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Reggie’s lips curl into a sickening grin.
“I can do one better than going for a beer. How about spilling some Bowen blood?” he says.
“You got him?” I ask.
The last fucking Bowen in our state.
Reggie nods.
“Yep. Tied him up in Decadence, ready for you. Thought you’d need a little treat.”
I don’t often go into our chocolate factory, Decadence, my brother uses it as the base for his games, but since they’ve ceased existing, his designed rooms do come in rather usefulfor holding hostages and torturing. No one would expect such a thing to happen in a goddamn chocolate factory.
The perfect cover for all of our operations. Bringing in drugs and arms, disguised as cocoa? Perfect.
Cracking my knuckles and releasing some of the tension in my neck, my mind is easily made up.
“The perfect way to end a fucking disaster of a day,” I tell the twins.
Chapter 10
STEPHANIE
I’m on my second glass of wine, and nothing is calming me down.
What if they didn’t get rid of the CCTV?
What if they kept copies to keep blackmailing me with?
God, I feel sick. I check my phone. Still nothing from the blackmailers. But, I’m still alive.
And the wine isn’t helping me either.
All different scenarios play out in my head. Most end with me bleeding out in bed while I sleep. With people like this, I doubt it matters that I’ve locked my door. Or that I even have security.
At the end of the day, I’m still a woman on her own.
Flicking back onto the news channel, I watch it on loop.
Unsure what I’m expecting to flash up—his mug shot? I bet even that would be sexy.
Surely a top surgeon being arrested for murdering his patient in the hospital would make the news.
It’s been hours. I’ve even checked my emails. Nothing to say he’s been suspended.
Something isn’t right.
I should be celebrating his departure.
But this nagging feeling inside tells me this isn’t the last time I’ll see Dr. Quinn.
I pull the blanket over my legs and knock back the rest of my wine.
All I can picture is his stone-cold face as he was escorted out of the building.
And all I can feel inside is fucking dread.
If I’m not careful, I’m going to land myself in a cell next to my parents.
