Page 73 of Wicked Revenge (Ashby Crime Family)

That, and the fact that no one would dare speak a word against Sadie Ashby or the Ashby Organization, when I made sure their bread was buttered each day.

The bitch had no evidence, making it impossible to make a move against Saint Sadie.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

Sadie

“The wedding is a month away, Kat. What if you need to get a neckpiece specially made?”

Maisie looked up from the velvet settee at the high-end wedding accessories shop. She crossed her legs and arched her brows at Kat but turned to me. “Right, Sadie?”

Kat let out an unladylike snort. “A custom necklace? You must be high, Maze, if you think I’m going to waste time I don’t have looking for a piece of custom jewelry.”

“But the neckline of your dress means you’ll need something out of the ordinary.”

Kat shrugged, her smile a little dimmer at the mention of the wedding dress. She still wasn’t happy about it.

“If I don’t find a necklace that looks good with it, then I won’t get a necklace. Happy?”

“No,” Maisie said with a sigh, accepting the glass of champagne from the wedding consultant dressed in stylish black.

“You love Terry, and you can’t wait to marry him, but you’re acting all blah now. Why?”

My daughter’s eyes set on me instead of answering, and I shrugged my shoulders. “If you want me gone, Kat. Say the word.”

“No. I want you here. I’m mad at you, but I still want you here, Ma.”

That was something, I suppose. “Okay,” I said and settled back into the silk-covered chair.

“Okay.” She repeated the word as if it was boosting her confidence.

Then the door to the shop opened, and Kat groaned. “Fucking great.”

The three of us turned to see the redheaded FBI bitch walking inside. Alone.

“What do you want?”

Beck did her best to appear unaffected by Kat’s tone, but she couldn’t hide the physical ticks of stress.

“Not happy to see me, Katherine? I’m crushed.”

“Not yet,” I said with a smile. “But that can be arranged if that’s how you want this to play out.”

It wasn’t wise to threaten an FBI agent, but the fact that she was here alone meant she wasn’t here officially.

Beck turned to me with a slow grin. “Tell Jasper I said thanks for last night.”

I smiled. “Nothing gets my son fired up quite like an ugly fuck.”

Beck sucked in a breath, but before she could unleash her tirade, Kat and Maisie rushed across the room and were in her face.

“Back up, ladies,” was all Beck could manage before they descended on her.

Kat used her height against the smaller agent. “Who the fuck do you think you are, coming in here and talking shit about my brother?” she blared in her face, looming over her with hate blazing in her eyes. “Even if Jas did stick his dick in you, it won’t help you get what you want.”

“Yeah? And what do I want?” Beck’s words were cocky, but I could tell she didn’t really feel them, not when faced with this monstrous side of Kat.

I smiled at the way my girls came to my defense.

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