Page 3 of Cruel Possession
I doubtthe mechanics out in the shop can hear him with the grinders going, but Morgana does.
She steps into my office and looks at Logan, a sick smile crossing her face. Instead of helping him, she leans against the wall and crosses her arms.
“You’d think that sooner or later, he’d learn to stop sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.” She clicks her tongue and shakes her head. “Logan, when are you going to learn that you’re nothing but a pawn in a much bigger game?”
Silent tears stream down his cheeks, mixing with the blood beneath the nicked eyelid.
I pull the knife out, wiping it down the front of his shirt, then get off him.
He will have to go home and get changed before returning to work if he wants to avoid any questions.
It will take him the rest of the day to deal with that, and in that time he will be firmly out of my hair and someone else’s problem.
“Get out of here.” I nod to the door.
Logan pushes to his feet with the hand on his uninjured arm, a glare filled with hatred and a little fear meeting me before he leaves.
The door slams shut behind him like he is a child throwing a tantrum in his parents’ house.
I’ll deal with that later.
Morgana shakes her head and pushes off the wall, perching herself on the edge of my desk. “Striking the deal with that sniveling piece of shit might’ve been the worst thing you’ve ever done.”
“Odd, I would’ve thought that would be killing someone or maybe going after the Lynde bitch.” I drop my bloody knife into the sink, sliding the clean ones back into the top drawer of my desk. “I have meetings I have to get to. Is there something you needed?”
“Well, beyond you signing the payroll slips so the techs don’t revolt and stop working on cars, I wanted to let you know that the last delivery has been made, and they’re very satisfied with their product.”
I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “Thankfully. I didn’t think securing Grady Granville’s old contact would be this hard.”
“A million dollars in chopped cars is nothing in the grand scheme of things.”
Snorting, I grab the stack of signed payroll slips from my desk. “Sure, that’s one way to put it.”
Morgana tucks the papers under her arm. “You look like shit, have you been running around all night again? Did the boss call?”
“No. I had work to do and nothing more than that.”
Although the boss is being a massive pain in my ass, it’s not something she needs to worry about. She’s one of the few people lucky enough to know that there’s someone else pulling the strings, and I’m just a front.
The last thing she needs is all the details about that. She’s my closest friend, but there’s still a degree of separation. It’s necessary. Trusting her entirely would only give her something to turn against me the first time I push her a little too far.
Morgana arches an eyebrow. “That sounds like the tone of a woman who is tired of getting pushed around. You know, you could just cut the boss out completely.”
“I don’t feel like dying, thanks.” I grab my purse and sling it over my shoulder. “I really do have other things I need to do today. Was there something else you wanted?”
“Nope, got the slips and an icy dismissal. I got everything I need.”
She spins and stalks out of the office, slamming the door shut behind her.
By the time the day is through, that poor door is going to fall off its hinges, and I’m going to need to get a new one.
Or I could just kill everyone and be done with it.
That would be the easiest thing to do, but it would leave me without the people I need to make sure everything is moving like a well-oiled machine.
And after meeting with the fucking Lyndes in the woods, it feels like that damn machine is going to fall apart.
I’m doing everything I can to keep it working and the gears turning, but we’re three seconds from falling apart or exploding at all times.
