Page 164 of Finish Line

He walks up to her before he bends over and whispers something in her ear.

“Mr. Knight, for the safety of you and your sons, hypnosis will never again work on you. Five, four, three, two, one.” Louis claps his hands.

“What did you do, Katherine?” Chad growls, reminding me of Dom when he’s angry.

“What I had to. You have an iron-clad prenup on me.”

“And now you’ll receive nothing,” Dom states.

“Everything was working as planned, then you showed up!” She points to me.

I point to myself. “What did I do?”

“You brought them together again. Chad was so busy running his business that he didn’t know the shit his kids were up to. Then, you show up, and they start talking again, so I had to do something different.” She sneers.

“How did he contact you, Katherine?” Frank asks, no longer giving her the respect of calling her Mrs. Knight.

She leans back and crosses her legs.

“It would be better for you if you talked.” Dom stands over the woman who was supposed to love him as his mother.

“I’m not afraid of you, boy,” she sneers out.

“You should be,” he growls. “Now, answer the question of how you met Roger.”

Her lips roll back, and she snarls. “Fuck you.”

He peers over to Mr. Scott and nods.

Mr. Scott says three words, and Katherine collapses back on the couch.

“What did you do to her?” Chad tilts his head at Katherine.

“He put her back under, but deeper this time,” Dom states. “We should be able to ask her questions, too, correct?”

“Yes, unlike you three, she isn’t hypnotized by someone else, so we don’t have to worry about someone else’s voice breaking her out of this.” Louis nods to where Katherine slumps.

“Katherine, can you hear me?” Mr. Scott asks.

“Yes,” she says in a monotone voice.

He clasps his hands behind his back. “How did you meet Roger?”

“I’ve never met him. He called me and asked if I wanted to eliminate the twins. He promised me they would be dead,” she admits.

He looks at her, head tilted to the side. “Have you been giving him information?”

“Yes,” she says.

“How have you collected what you’re feeding him?” he asks.

“I placed a tape recorder in both rooms,” she says.

Mr. Scott sits across from her on the coffee table. “Where?”

“The one in Dominick’s room is taped under the top of his nightstand drawer, and the one in Maverick’s room is taped to the leg of his bed.” Katherine relaxes her position, her eyes glazed over.

“Son of a bitch!” Nick paces behind the couch. “We went over those rooms!”

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