Page 8 of Recruited By the Billionaire

“Now that’s a lie!” said Tay.

“A dirty lie!” said Royce.

“You know good andgotdamn well we aren’t separated,” said Frankie. “And this baby of yours I’m carrying proves it!”

Everything stopped when she said those words, and all eyes quickly turned to Frankie.

“Baby?” said the other woman. “You’re pregnant with his child?”

“You’re pregnant?” asked Royce.

“She’s lying,” Devin said. “Why you gonna lie like that, Frankie?” he added.

Then Frankie’s emotions took over. “How could you?” she said to him. “How could you do this to me, Dee?!”

But the mistress was just as emotional. “She’syour wife,” she said to Devin, “and she’s gonna have your baby?Your baby? Are you serious?”

For a second, Royce and Taymar could see the pain all over Devin’s face, too, as if he never wanted it to come to this moment. But he had to make a choice. Kick his mistress out of that room, or try to mend the mess he made with his wife.

He chose his wife.

“Just leave, Ann. Me and my wife need to talk. Just get out.”

Ann, the mistress, couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Get out?”

“That’s what I said. Leave!”

“You’re throwingmeout?Me? The woman you said you wanted to marry? The woman you said you loved with every fiber of your being and you’re throwingmeout? Oh hell no!”

Ann began throwing everything she could get her hands on at Devin. Her heels. Her dress. His cell phone on the night stand. Whatever she could grab she threw.

Royce and Tay kept Frankie out of the way. But they were loving the show. Devin deserved that beat down just as sure as the day was long.

But when Ann grabbed her purse and pulled out a pistol, Royce and Tay started screaming and nearly ran over Frankie trying to get out of that room.

But the shots were fired before they could even make it to the door. One shot, then another one, then another one. Shot after shot after shot. Should have took hours, but it didn’t even take her three seconds. And they all were stunned in place when they saw Devin’s big, athletic body go stiff as a board, and then drop dead.

And then Ann, stunned too that she had killed the love of her life, turned that gun toward Frankie.

Royce and Tay were screaming and pulling Frankie toward the exit, but Frankie was staring at Devin’s lifeless body. At the body of her husband on their third wedding anniversary. And then she stared at the barrel of that gun. At the woman holding that gun. It was woman to woman. Eyeball to eyeball. And they both saw each other’s pain. The pain caused by Devin Clark!

And then Ann took that pistol, put it in her mouth, and fired.

There was no speech.

There was no sudden look of regret.

She just fired.

The gun fell to the right, and Ann fell, like a boneless, lifeless, bloody Raggedy Ann doll, to the left.

And it was all over. In a matter of seconds, it was all done.

Frankie looked from the lifeless body of her husband’s mistress to the lifeless body of her husband. The father of her unborn child. The man she loved with all her heart despite his betrayal.

And her head began swimming, and her stomach began to hurt unlike she had ever experienced in her entire life, and her legs became so wobbly they crumbled. She cried out in pain.

She would have fallen, too, had it not been for Royce and Tay holding her up.

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