Page 139 of Vows In Corruption

She will never know that Samantha is loyal beyond comprehension and that loves to work on cars because it’s something she did with Henry when she was younger.

She will never know that Grayson’s love for hockey runs so deep that there is no doubt in my mind that will make it the professional level one day and hopefully play for the Dark Knights.

She will never know that Drake loves computers and has a love for math like nobody else.

She will never know her children and see how great they are, and that’s okay. They don’t need her in their lives.

Which makes getting out of this all that more important. If I can’t make it out of here for myself, or for Bennett, then I will try for them. They may not be my kids and only my niece and nephews by marriage, but I love them and like Bennett I would do anything for them. Including protecting them from a mother that is greedy and power hungry.

“They deserve more than just being used for their money,” I say out loud, my inner thoughts slipping through.

Marisela throws a snarl in my direction. “They also deserved to grow up with a mother and look that worked out. Sometimes, you don’t get all that you deserve.”

If only I had my hands free, then maybe I can will myself over to her and strangle the shit out of her.

I hate this woman beyond measure.

For the next few minutes, we stay silent. She walks around me, still in her expensive heels and I continue to sit here, just letting the drugs seep out of my system.

“Why don’t you just kill me already?” I find myself asking during her fifteenth lap around my chair.

“I could, but I fear that if I have one of my men kill you now, Peter is going to freak out and call this whole thing off. So I think I will wait it out.”

“Where is Peter anyway?”

I haven’t seen him in a while. He was panicking a bit ago, about there being a chance in plans, but he disappeared after that.

“He’s trying to convince himself that going back to the Penthouse and grabbing Bennett would be a good idea.”

I can’t help but to let out a snort. “Bennett knows that I’m gone. That penthouse probably has more security than the White House right now. Hill toys going anywhere near there, he’s dead.”

“That’s exactly what I told him, but men can be stubborn with comprehension.”

As if he heard us talking about him, Peter walks into the room that we are in, looking like he just took a hit of the whatever drugs they gave, but instead of relaxing his body, they’re having the opposite effect.

When he takes out a gun and points it in my direction, I know that he has gone off the rails.

“What the fuck do you think that you are doing?” Marisela asks, looking at the man as if she is tired of his crap.

“We need to get rid of her.” Peter growls, his eyes are hard and never leaving mine.

I’ve never seen him like this. Sure there were times where he let his anger get the best of him in board meetings, but this an a whole different level.

“You’re fucking insane. I told you that I could use her form something.”

“I don’t care. She knows too much already. If we let her go, she’s going to talk and is going to screw everything up. We need to get rid of her before she does that.”

Tears roll down my face as I try to look anywhere but the gun pointed at me, but I can’t.

This is it. The second that Peter pulls the trigger, I’ll be gone.

The only think that is saving me right now, is the fact that Marisela is still talking to Peter, buying me more time.

“What makes you think that they don’t already know who took her? Do you really think that you can kill her, and walk away without facing the consequences? Newsflash Peter, they are going to know who pulled the trigger and they are going to come after you no matter what.”

Peter’s grip on the gun tightens up.

“They wont come after me.” He states with so much confidence.

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