Once we’re lying in bed again, she curls into my side. “I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you, too.” I kiss her head and relax while she drifts off in my arms.
The past few days have been so hard on her, but the end is near. I have a plan for Philip that will destroy him so thoroughly, killing him will be easy.
When we get back home, I’m going to hack his accounts and drain them into my offshore account that can’t happen to be untraceable. The same one he, ironically, paid the first half of Olivia’s kill contract to.
The routing system it uses is so well secured, the feds wouldn’t even know how to find it, so I know it’s a safe bet. After he’s been taken care of, I’ll let Olivia decide what she wants to do with the money.
Knowing her, she won’t want anything to do with it. But we need to lie low for a while after his death, so we have time to think it through.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispers, curling into me tighter and slipping her leg through mine.
“Never, sunflower. Not fucking ever,” I promise her, holding her tight and closing my eyes.
I doubt I’ll get much sleep tonight, too worried about tomorrow and the fact that her father is still out there and getting desperate.
He’s not even using the dark net anymore, so I’m not sure how he’s found the last couple of people that attempted to kill her. However he’s doing it, it’s sloppy. They were completely unprofessional and inexperienced, and I’m glad about that.
It would be a lot harder to protect her in public against someone else like me. At home, it’s completely safe. But her house and her shop? That’s all open and fair game for a professional if they have the right motivation.
Her father is the last threat I need to handle in order to ensure she’s safe, and I’ll be starting that the second we get home.