by Lana Grayson
“It’s exactly what I think. I’m getting you out of here.”
“I love him!”
His grip loosened. I shouldn’t have taken such pride in her words. Especially when I had done so little to earn such a priceless and beautiful gift.
Anthony didn’t look at her. “You’re in love with a Bennett?”
“It’s a long story, Anthony. Not here. Please.”
“We have the time.”
I met his gaze. “You should respect the lady’s wishes.”
“You’re one to talk.”
He meant to start a war in the middle of a maintenance hallway while my family’s charity fundraiser hummed with excitement over the newfound scandal.
Fortunately, I didn’t need to raise a hand. My reinforcements were eager to help.
Max took a less subtle approach, gripping Anthony’s shoulder and spinning him from me. Anthony prepared for the strike. Reed jumped between them.
“Hey, there.” He shook Anthony’s hand. “Reed Bennett. Heard a lot about you. Figured we should at least meet before my brothers kick your ass.”
“Stop…it…” Sarah leaned against the wall, her words gasped. She searched through her purse but dropped the bag in her haste. I offered her the inhaler. She gratefully accepted it. I hated how she refused to puff with us watching. “All...of you…”
Anthony retreated only a step, a cautious positioning that separated Sarah from me. Like he believed he could keep my brothers and me from her side if she called for us.
“You aren’t in love with this man,” Anthony said. “He and his father would do anything to take your company. How can you trust him?”
His glare was meant to shame me, but only Sarah had that power.
“He’s not like his father.”
“Yes, he is.”
“Darius Bennett is evil, Nicholas is not.”
I wasn’t so sure.
Anthony grunted. “You’re pregnant with his child. And I’d bet my last dollar it’s by intent. Darius Bennett has everything he’s ever wanted now.”
“No. He doesn’t.” The shade in her voice prickled the hair on my neck. “He’s not a problem anymore. I made sure of it.”
Not the relief I expected. Or the trembling. Her hold weakened on the wall.
It wasn’t the asthma that crippled her.
“What did you do, Sarah?” The warning crashes of my heart revealed everything I dreaded. “Sarah. Tell me you didn’t do something foolish.”
“It’s done,” she said.
“What’s done?”
She closed her eyes. “He is.”
“Oh, shit.” Max slammed a hand against the wall. She flinched. “Baby, don’t tell me you’re that fucking stupid.”
No. She wasn’t stupid. She was frightened.
She was reckless.
She was an Atwood.
Sarah not only leapt before looking, she kept running once she hit the ground—no matter the danger.
She flushed. “It’s better if you guys don’t know.”
Damn it. I turned. Reed avoided my gaze.
Of course she told Reed. Who else would be foolish enough to help her do something so idiotic? I preferred when my brother let himself get shackled to a bed. At least there he did less damage.
“What did she do?” I struggled to keep my voice even and not ragged with profanity. I stared at my brother. “Tell me.”
Reed held his hands up in surrender and pointed at her. Traitor. He was more brother to her than he was to me.
“I had to, Nick,” Sarah said. “This was our best chance.”
“Sarah, what the hell happened?” Anthony asked.
“I poisoned Darius’s drink with Bennett Corporation pesticide.”
I wondered if an aneurism would feel better than a bullet to the brain. If I was lucky, they’d strike at the same time. Max swore. Reed stayed silent.
And Anthony shared my panic.
“Are you out of your mind?” he snapped. “Christ, I’m not a defense attorney. What the hell were you thinking?”
“Believe me when I say things have happened that I can’t share, that I never want to speak of again,” she whispered. “And believe me when I say this will right those wrongs.”
A chill crept into my words. “No, it won’t.”
She hadn’t asked me.
Hadn’t confided in me.
Hadn’t fucking trusted me enough to tell me her plan.
She knew I would have stopped her. I would have drunk the poison myself it meant sparing her from the complications of this insanity.
“Sarah, you have no idea what you’ve done,” I said.
“He’ll be dead by morning.”
“And so will you! He won’t die without a fight—”
“It’s done. He won’t have a chance to retaliate. He knew it. That’s why he told everyone in there about the baby. That was the only way he could hurt me.” She covered her stomach as she spoke. “He’s gone. It’s over.”
It wasn’t. Not even close.
Goddamn it. I had two weeks until we moved on our own assassination. Two weeks, and Sarah would have been freed and my father dead and buried with no complications, no investigations.
This ruined everything.
It only endangered her.
“If his death is suspicious, his will stipulates an autopsy is required,” I said. “They’ll find the chemicals in his system, and the police will trace it to you.” I pointed at Max. “Find Dad. Get him to the estate and do whatever the hell you can to purge the pesticides.”
Reed swore. “Why? You want to save him?”
“I’m not going to jail for this.”
“You won’t,” Sarah said. “They won’t find out.”
“What if they do?” I pulled her close. “Sarah, I’m not losing you. Not now. If he dies and the police come after someone, I have to tell them it was me.”
She trembled hard enough to shake. I wrapped her in my arms, but my embrace would do nothing if my father died and we were found.
Or worse—if he lived and wanted revenge.
“I know you want this done, but you can’t do it alone,” I said. “You have enough to worry about with the baby. Just trust in me.”
“I can’t wait anymore.”
“You have to,” I whispered. “Sarah, if you do it this way, he’ll be gone, but we’ll be separated. That’s not how I plan for this to end. It will be me and you and Bumper, and I swear to God, nothing is going to come between us.”
I kissed her forehead, but her trembling didn’t slow. It wasn’t fear, but a simmering anger. A slow burn of hatred and disgust and helplessness trapped her in a destructive nightmare. It’d claim us all if she couldn’t control it.
I felt it happen before.
I experienced it myself.
The Bennetts and Atwoods fostered a cycle of revenge that would forever damn us if someone didn’t stop it. If someone didn’t end the heartache.
Committing murder wouldn’t heal her, but providing a safe life, warm home, and comfort for our baby would. A lifetime without retaliation or bloodshed.
I had to make her understand she needed more than vengeance. She wouldn’t be whole until she found that reason to live.
Just as I had when I found her.
“What will stop that poison?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Sarah, please tell me. We will end it, but when it’s safe. When I can protect you and the baby and get the justice you deserve.”
Her murmur heaved with a sob. “Activated charcoal.”
I pointed to Max. “Find Dad and shove the damn rocks down his throat. Do whatever it takes.”
“What the hell do I say to him?” Max asked.
“Tell him it isn’t time for him to die yet.”
Max resisted, but he knew better than to let a pregnant woman rot in jail for her revenge. He rushed to grab our father before Sarah’s poison ended him. Reed said nothing, hands on his h
ead. Anthony hadn’t moved. He stared at Sarah as though he didn’t recognize her.
Neither did I. For as much as I longed to escape the reign of my father, Sarah struggled just the same. Mark Atwood haunted her in everything she did, thought, and decided. One vile possession after another—either mine, my father’s, or Mark’s.
I had to free her before that hatred stole the woman I loved. Before she truly believed only blood would protect her.
“Sarah, we have to make our move now,” I said. “First, we’ll take the board. Can you do that?”
She nodded. “Are we ready for it?”
But we didn’t have a choice.
This was the beginning of her war.
This was how I either won Sarah for my own or lost her entirely.
I wasn’t prepared for the takeover, but she was. She had always been. Since the day we stole her, since the day we damned ourselves in greed and sin, this was how it was meant to end.
The only way to defeat my father was to first destroy the empire he created.
And I let Sarah Atwood topple the first stone.
I imagined revenge as bloody, satisfying, and necessary.
I never thought I’d be terrified to seize it. Empty when I took it. Utterly cold when it was delivered.
When Dad spoke of revenge and restoring our pride, he made it seem as though bloodshed and humiliation eased every pain. But that wasn’t meant to satisfy a grudge at all.
I stared at the door to the Bennett Corporation board room, resting a hand over my tummy’s swell—more noticeable in the two weeks since Darius survived my attempt to kill him.
This revenge wasn’t to protect my honor. It was to prevent further suffering.
And if it didn’t work? If everything I sacrificed, everything I voluntarily shamed, everything I spent was ruined? Then the only way to protect myself and Bumper would be through blood.
And most of it would be ours.
Especially since Nicholas revealed his plan to kill Darius was lost, too dangerous to pursue after the poisoning. Darius now expected it. His will was updated and more security added to a private detail. Too much attention focused on him now to attempt a murder.
Our plan shifted to the board instead.
I took a preliminary puff of my inhaler to prevent the anxious tingling in my chest from developing into the consuming tightness. The Bennett Board of Directors expected weakness. They thrived on it, delighted in exploiting it. Sixteen weeks of pregnancy rendered me weak in their eyes.
They didn’t know the strength Bumper gave me. Even I hardly understood it.
Nicholas, Max, and Reed waited for my signal.
Now or never.
I nodded. The doors opened.
And I prepared for a war.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen.” I surveyed the greying men, leering at me from the circular table. I claimed my seat. My step-brothers hovered behind me. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”
Confidence. Charisma. Charm.
I had none of it.
That didn’t stop me from presenting my best smile. I worked through the nausea and faced the men who once vowed to kill me to prevent my inheritance of the Josmik Trust. They failed.
They should have killed me then. Nothing would save them now.
But the prickling thorns of fear imbedded within me. My stomach clenched.
He was here.
I hadn’t expected Darius Bennett to crawl from his bed and limp his way into the board room. Then again, I hadn’t anticipated he’d survive the poisoning. I meticulously plotted the dosage and contents, measured and re-measured the materials. The charcoal worked, but it must have been a miserable night for him.
It’d take something blacker than poison to kill the monster. His blood thickened with hate and his heart pumped pure pestilence. It wasn’t a miracle he lived. It was sin.
He sneered in ragged silence—forsaking any insincere greeting to watch as I squirmed or fought his advances.
That pretense was over. Ruined. Burned away in the acid I used to scald his rancid organs.
“My dear.” His voice rasped, cracked from the poison. “Be a good girl and make this quick. You should be resting, growing my son.”
Bryant Maddox didn’t react to the confession though the other board members. Stanley, the eldest, had once presumed my captivity to be tasteless. He felt the same for my rape. But these men had so long cornered themselves within Darius’s depravity that rape no longer shocked them.
But a pregnancy tempted their greed.
“This meeting will be quick,” I said. “And after today, I don’t plan to see any of you ever again.”
Bryant snorted, all formality and patience stripped from his voice. “The little bitch is finally selling her stock?”
“Easy,” Max warned. “Let’s keep it professional.”
Nicholas said nothing, though Reed had stepped forward, so close to me his arm brushed mine. It reassured me, but I hardly needed his support. Not when I knew I had the men beaten with a simple purchase order and invoice.
“The little whore stole our stock,” Bryant said. “I ought to string her up and beat the money out of her.”
“You won’t touch me,” I said. “None of you will.”
“I don’t care about the bastard in your gut.” Bryant’s face flushed red, enraged. “One good punch to the stomach—”
The Bennetts surged forward.
Including Darius.
I raised a hand. “You won’t hurt me. You won’t hurt my child. You will sit there and listen to my proposition because, quite frankly, Mr. Maddox, you have no other choice.”
“I could bleed you out right here.”
Max smirked. “Try. See how far it gets you.”
“Don’t tell me you answer to your whore now too, Max?” Bryant sneered. “Never did have a backbone of your own. You lose that in the car crash too?”
I heard enough of Max’s reputation to realize when a dead man walked in his presence. Nicholas steadied his brother, preventing him from beginning my takeover with a splash of blood heralding a massacre.
We didn’t need to tip-toe through that minefield.
Not yet.
Not if everyone behaved.
And that included Darius Bennett, snaking a smile as he witnessed the first of his sons crack.
“Shall we call the meeting to order?” I asked.
Five of Darius’s most loyal puppets met my gaze with the same cold, dire warning which prickled my insides. Stanley, the eldest, coughed a hacking, phlegm-crusted gasp into his handkerchief. Peter Hannigan edged as far from the table as his morals permitted, still tarnished from his betrayal of Nicholas and sullied by his vote to end my life. Clyde and Jacob remained silent, waiting for the nod of their master before they spoke. Neither Darius nor Bryant interrupted.
The floor was mine.
Darius gestured with an ungracious hand. “What is it you want?”
“Complete control of the Bennett Corporation.”
His laugh was cold. “We’ve traveled this same tired road before, child. You do not have the shares to assume control. You failed in your attempt for a controlling interest, and now you are merely an inconvenience.” His lips twisted into a sneer. “More importantly, an incubator.”
I ignored the insult as it wasn’t offensive. I kept my child safe, and he kept me protected as well. Despite what Darius Bennett planned by breeding me, his arrogance failed him. I was pregnant, but the unborn Bennett was more dangerous to them than me.
“Months ago, I met you all in this very room. I had been kidnapped from the arms of the man I love. I was beaten and violated by my own step-father.” I paused, searching the expressions of the heartless men before me. “You did nothing to aid me. Nothing to prevent my suffering. And nothing to free me from a nightmare you are responsible for creating.”
“Do you plan on shaming us?” Bryant asked. “Believe me, Ms. Atwood, we already regret our decision to spare your life.
”
“I’m willing to pardon those past insults.”
“You’re an Atwood. You pardon nothing. Your family exists merely to torment those they feel have slighted them.”
“It’s true,” I said. “I should have you all bound and beaten, raped and murdered, just as you voted for me.”
I paused, the revealing catch in my breathing only noticeable by Nicholas. He didn’t reach for me, but he shifted, a movement breaking his methodical stillness to remind me that he supported this. That he believed in this.
Then again, he had no other option. If I failed, he’d lose everything too. The inheritance. The company. His life.
I swallowed the bitter fear. “I will offer you gentleman a choice. Take it and survive. Challenge it and…” I glanced at Max. “Well…we’re not willing to negotiate.”
Bryant shrugged. “There is nothing you can do to us. What is it you want?”
“You all will sell your shares of the Bennett Corporation to Nicholas, Max, and Reed.”
Darius answered for the board. “No.”
“This is my first and only offer.”
He grinned. “It’s refused.”
“You haven’t heard my conditions.”
“Nothing you say will convince me to resign from my post and award my traitorous, ungrateful sons with the empire I built.” His very presence fouled the conversation. I swore I felt his breath on my neck once more. “They receive my shares only when I die, and you were too weak to finish it.”
Not weak. Just confused.
I forgot my reasons for vengeance, how I planned to ruin Darius Bennett and inflict the most suffering.
I took his family first, and now with Darius alone and abandoned, I aimed my next slice. That sword would puncture through the heart of his empire.
“Almost two months ago, I emailed my attorney, directing Atwood Industries to create a partnership with the Bennett Corporation. We joined in a comprehensive contract. Our company would become the sole provider for every agrochemical product servicing my fields. You accepted this bid. And, by now, every single field, every crop, every trembling leaf I own has been exposed to your chemicals.”
The board cast uncertain glances to Darius, but he could no longer help them. They were already ruined.
“We joined with great publicity,” I said. “I released a press packet, and my announcement video reached other farms, clients, every vendor associated with our companies.” I arched an eyebrow. “After all, this was a monumental partnership. The world watched as my farm stuffed millions into your pockets, and so many new customers joined with me because of the weight the Atwood name carries in the agricultural industry. I lead by example.”