Page 96 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

Rex growls at her and shoves the gun against her head. “Who?”

She keeps her eyes on me. “All of your co-workers, friends, enemies, every porn site I could think of to see you getting beaten down like a little whore…your life as you know it is over. You lose, bitch.”

“Do you really think that’s going to destroy me? You have absolutely no idea who you are messing with.”

“I can fix that,” David says, and all eyes turn to him. He gulps. “When Declan said there was a video, I started to develop a program that can trace it and erase it. Give me a couple of hours and it’ll be gone.”

“Too late, everyone has already seen it,” Giselle mocks.

I snatch the gun off my mom and ram it up against Giselle’s head. “Do you know what? I know a few sites on the dark web that deal in snuff videos. I really think your murder is going to be something I’d like to post up.”

“Ruby,” Rex warns me.

I look up at him. “I think you and Declan need to clear the air. All three of you. Go now. I will deal with this irritating gnat.”

I meet Rex’s black eyes. He gets it. He lowers his weapon and walks around to take Mom’s arm and lead her into the kitchen. Declan follows, along with Cillian, who looks like he is about to heave.

“Get up,” I snarl, jabbing Giselle in the head with the butt of the gun.

“What are you going to do to her?” Layton asks casually, almost as if he is expecting a run down, which will shit this bitch up more than anything else.

“Well, Layton, Ramsey and I have dug a nice little shallow grave outside. There’s also some ashes of a dead cunt in there and a bit of piss as well. Giselle here, is going to carry on digging until I feel it’s deep enough and then I’m going to shoot her in the back of the head and throw her in it. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” he replies and grabs Giselle’s arm, hauling her up and marching her to the French Doors. We follow him, even David.

I cast a glance towards the kitchen where hushed hisses can be heard. I’m surprised they aren’t yelling outright. But there’s time yet. All said, they needed to have this conversation.

Ramsey shoves the spade at Giselle who balks at it. “You don’t really expect me to dig my own grave?” she asks. “I’m in my fifties.”

“So what? Get to it.”

I bite back my laugh. Ramsey, when he is in a mood like this, thrills me. This whole situation is playing into my dark desires and once it’s over, I want to fuck next to the grave until I come several times, with each of my men.

Several minutes later, Layton gets fed up with waiting and snatches the shovel from Giselle. She has lost all of her bravado and is quiet and scared.

Layton makes short work of the hole. It’s not as deep as I’d like, with it being in my back garden, but it is what it is.

“On your knees,” I say to Giselle.

She whimpers. “Please don’t do this, Ruby. I’m sorry.”

“Nah, too late for that.”

Layton forces her to her knees, and I place the gun to the back of her head.

“Ruby, no.”

My mother’s voice rings across the garden.

It gives me pause.

I’m not sure I want to commit murder in front of my mother.

“Let her go.”

“No, she needs to pay for what she did.”

“At the cost of another piece of your soul? You said it doesn’t matter what she did, that it won’t destroy you…”

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