Page 39 of Reign
“What is this?” he asks, and I nod towards it.
“Open it!” I say, and he growls as I stand from my chair, feeling eyes on me as I walk around towards the fucking idiot. “It seems you’ve been going against us and working with The Brotherhood. It also seems you gave them my home address, on top of a few other things. This is something that cannot go unpunished,” I say as he tries to get up from his chair, but I reach for my dagger and hold it to his throat.
“You’re right. I am working with them,” he rasps, and Vasilisa flips the photographs landing on a picture a young blonde girl, tied to a metal table—her wrists, neck, ankles, and knees are all stitched with thick black threads, almost puppet-like—with Kayla’s father, Alastair, standing beside her along with a few other men I’ve never seen before and a young boy sitting on the ground.This photo makes me physically ill.
“Where was this taken?” she asks, and he smirks.
“What’s it to you?” he spits, and she slaps him in the face.
“That’s my fucking daughter, you piece of shit! She’s been missing for a few years, and I want her fucking back!” she yells, and he laughs. I press the metal harder against his beating vein as she spits in his face, cursing in Italian.
“Abran, I advise you to help us and tell our dear friend here where this picture was taken; otherwise, you are giving me no choice,” I tell him as he thrashes in my hold. The metallic clicks of weapons being cocked and pointed at his head make me grin. He freezes as I take off his mask, then my own, and hand it to Vasilisa to place down on the table. I lean right next to his ear and whisper, “One last chance.”
“Fuck you!” he spits, and I smile.
“Blood of my blood,” I say as I drag the knife across his throat. Blood sprays against the wood and across the table, splattering against Stefan, Kane, and Harley. Taking the dagger, I smear his blood against his suit jacket before pushing it into my thigh holster. I smile at Vasilisa and walk towards my husband,who is currently adjusting himself, and glance over my shoulder. “Coronation time, let's go have some fun.” I smile as Spade opens the door and I walk out of the room with my head held high. I reach into my pocket, retrieving my phone and dialing Dario's number.
“Hello,” he rasps.
“Hey Big Man, I know it’s late bu–”
“It's never too late for you Kitten, what’s up? Everything okay?” he asks, and I smile.
“Yes, get suited up. Abran is taken care of. Go get your sister and nephew,” I tell him.
“Wait, say that again?” he says, and I giggle.
“Focus, Dario. Go wake up Jamie and Ryder and go get your sister and nephew. Bomb the fucking castle for all I care. But bring your family home.” I tell him.
“Our family, Jade. Ours,” he says.
“Ours, I love you, Big Man. I’ll see you tomorrow night. Kiss our babies for me,” I whisper.
“I love you more, baby. Stay safe. Tell the old man I said hello,” he says, and I can hear the smile that spreads across his face before the line goes dead.
I look over at Spade as we walk down the long hallway back to my room.
“Um, Babygirl. Does Flynn know what you had planned?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Fuck no! He would’ve talked me out of it. And I’m not telling him until after the ceremony. Once the dagger is in my hand, I take the oath. There is absolutely nothing he can do anymore,” I say, and he laughs.
“Well, good luck with that,” he says, nodding down the hallway, and I raise a brow and gasp as I see a dark figure with his arms folded.
“Fallon Rose O’Patrick, you are in deep shit, young lady,” my father says sternly as Kane comes from behind us and stands next to him.
Mother fucker!
Dario
Phone Calls & Bombs
Getting the call from Jade to go get my sister was everything I didn’t know I needed. I knew she was going to kill Abran, but I didn’t realize it was to set my sister free.That was so far from my mind.I woke up Ophelia to let her know we were leaving and that we might have some house guests but to not be alarmed. After checking on the kids and making sure they were all still sound asleep, me and the guys geared up. I had Spade call Asher and Stone to meet us with some more explosives and C-4. Fun fact, Spade’s family sells fireworks as a front. It’s a lucrative business that wouldn’t have eyes on it, but beyond it is a bunch of workers creating all different bombs and explosives including the colored smoke bombs and grenades which they sell to the military AKA the IRA amongst other powerful families across the world. Most people think, Cartel—drugs, but that's not all.
Headlights shining into the garage take me out of my thoughts as Asher and Stone get out.
“Sorry, boys, for the late-night call, but this needs to be handled now,” I tell them, and they both nod.
“It’s fine. We are always here to help,” Asher states, handing me a duffle bag that I assume is filled with everything Spade told them we needed.
