Lacey's POV:
A phone is ringing. It’s his.
“Yeah?”
You’re so fucking dead….
He’s caressing my back and kissing my forehead. I can’t hear the person on the phone.
“Fucking kill them all.”
What?!
He’s serious, but he’s not stopping in caressing my back.
“Did you check with Clinton if they’re safe and sound?”
Clinton?! What the fuck are you talking about?!
“Fine.” He’s kissing my forehead again….
I HATE YOU! WHO DID YOU ORDER TO BE KILLED?! ARE YOU REALLY CRAZY?!
“Give the dad complete medical care and her mom if she needs. Buy them a property and assure them of support from our side no matter the needs and wants. I’ll call Masterson tomorrow to decide over protection.”
Masterson? You know big boss? Dad? Sarah’s parents…. The crazy kid has dealt with it? I still hate him…. Who the fuck is he?
“I see. Low calcium, huh?” He’s tightening me on him, with his lips on my forehead. “Okay. Tell them to send her meds in the morning.”