Page 71 of Room Service
I take the table and unfold it, putting it in front of Derrick and slapping the envelope down.
“What’s that?” Derrick asks.
“That is the ticket to your wife’s freedom,” I tell him, and his eyes shoot up to look at me as they widen.
“What? Elise’s freedom?”
“Yes, Derrick, her freedom from you.” I could just stop all of this and tell Jax to get on with ending his life, but that wouldn’t ensure Elise’s own financial security, whereas this will. I pick the envelope back up and open it, pulling out several papers which detail everything about her being granted a divorce and retaining the assets she’s entitled to.
I place the papers down in front of him and pull a pen out of the inside pocket of my jacket, taking the lid off and placing it to the side.
“What is this?” he demands, but if he’s reading it correctly, it’s pretty fucking obvious what it is. I know the dim lighting isn’t great, but he’s not fucking blind.
“Divorce papers. You’re going to sign every single piece of paper that needs signing, and then I’m going to walk out of here and give Elise her life back,” I tell him.
“I’m not signing anything.”
“You fucking are.”
“Did she put you up to this?” he questions, and I laugh in his face.
“Does she seem like the type that would ask anyone to do this?” I growl, because if he has to even ask that question, he never fucking knew her at all.
“I’m not signing anything. She’s my wife.”
“You’ve got pretty big balls for someone who is tied to a chair in a room with men who are ready to kill you,” I sneer, and he trembles harder, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
“You’re not going to kill me,” he says pathetically, unsure of the words even as he speaks them.
“I’m not, but they will,” I reply, flicking my head back to Nate and Jax behind me.
“Who the hell are you people?” he whispers.
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is you put your hands on your wife when she didn’t want you to. You attacked her, at my hotel, and I can’t ever forgive that,” I tell him.
“It was you, wasn’t it? On the phone that day when I called her, when she was clearly having sex whilst I was trying to speak to her.” Good God, give him a fucking medal.
I laugh callously as I say, “I wasn’t having sex with her. I was eating her pussy as she spread her legs on my desk.”
“You bastard,” he says as he tries to fight the restraints on his wrists.
“I did something for her you never did, and I’ve been doing it ever since,” I goad, because I fucking can.
“Untie me, I need to see her,” he demands, but he hasn’t got a hope in hell of leaving here alive.
“Sign the papers,” I grit out.
“I can’t very well do anything with my arms tied to the fucking chair,” he spits sarcastically. I narrow my eyes on him as I look up at Ronan. He comes up behind Derrick and pulls a knife from his pocket, putting it by Derrick’s wrist and saying, “Don’t get any smart fucking ideas,” before he slices through the ties and frees one wrist. Derrick immediately ignores Ronan’s warning and starts flinging his arm out, his hand balled into a fist, which Ronan dodges easily.
“Fucking moron,” Ronan says as he grabs hold of his flailing arm and pins it behind him, Derrick screeching as he does, but that’s nothing compared to the moment when Ronan picks up the pen I laid down on the table and stabs it through his other hand. Derrick screams, his skin going pasty white as the blood oozes from his hand. I watch on, not at all repulsed by the violence. He deserves this and so much more.
“If you’re going to kill me, why the fuck does it matter if I sign the papers or not?” Derrick wheezes as he screws his eyes shut and breathes deeply through the pain.
“Because you’re a cunt who made sure that she will get nothing if she divorces you, not to mention her parents will become entitled to everything if you die,” I say, my anger resurfacing.
“How do you know that?” he whispers.
“I’m a powerful man, Derrick. I can find out anything I want, including how you fucked her over every which way you could to make her feel like she was worth nothing. You made her give up her career, her dream, and then you punished her for your failings because you’re a fucking parasite. I know all about how you lost your job, how you sexually harassed female workers and was asked to leave quietly so as not to bring any negativity to the company you worked for. And then there’s the fact that they made it so you couldn’t find employment again, so you made Elise suffer for your sins.”
