Chapter 371
Chapter 212: Something… Fitting
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“Did Jace send you after my fiancé?” Savannah asked, her voice sharp enough to cut bone.
Paula didn’t hesitate. “No. I doubt he’d want that, considering his daughter is in love with Blackwood’s son. He loves you too much to do anything that’d hurt you.”
Savannah stepped forward, jaw set. “Well, newsflash, Paula. You’re not touching him. I won’t let you.”
Paula laughed. “And what are you going to do? If I decide to take my sweet revenge, Savannah, what can you do to me? I mean,
your fiancé intervening?”
besides
“Don’t mess with me. If you dare me, I’ll make sure whatever plan my father made with you will never amount to anything. I’ll take it as far as I can, Paula. Be warned.”
Paula laughed—an ugly, scraped–out sound. “Does your father know about this? Your real father. Does he know that you plan to stand in his way of getting back at The General?”
“Yes,” Savannah snapped. “Uncle Jace has met Roman. And he knows Roman is a good man. Whatever you’re planning, better get it out of your head, you psychopath.”
I just watched them, my mind running circles around everything I’d learned today. I felt stretched thin, pulled apart at the seams. Too much, too fast, and still not enough answers. The truth was a beast with seven heads, and every time I cut one off, three more grew back
in its place.
There was still one person who owed me the full truth. Only one man who could tie all these loose, rotting threads together.
My father.
I exhaled, tasting bitterness. Then I looked at Paula. “You’re going back with us to New Hope.”
She arched her brow. “Oh really? You want to personally deliver me to your daddy? Is that it?”
I folded my arms. “No. I’m taking you to Jace first. And you both have a lot of explaining to do.”
“And after that?” she pressed, eyes glinting like a shark scenting blood.
“Then,” I said slowly, “we go see my father. That confrontation is long overdue. We’ve left too many corpses unburied. I guess it’s time for a mass burial.”
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“Okay”
I kissed her forehead–soft, quick–and were back to the two snakes tied to the chairs.
“You’re both going back with us,” I said, voice cold enough to frost over the entire room. “Yoy’s ging to admit to your fans, Clex And you’re going to face punishment. Believe me, I’ll see to that?
Chloe scoffed and lifted her chin, trying to look brave but falling spectacularly, “And how exactly as you going to do that? Bundle me into a plane and fly me off to New Hope against my will?”
I smiled. “Exactly.
Her smirk shattered.
“You’re not serious, she whispered. Paric flared. Then her voice pitched up into a screech. “No. I’m not going back there. I seduse 1- She screamed as the guards tightened their grip on her shoulders. 1 SAID I’M NOT GOING BACK
She thrashed around wildly, but the men holding her down didn’t budge. Her chair didn’t even state.
I turned to Paula. “Any objections?”
She shook her head once. Her jaw clenched. “No. If it gets me in the same room as Reginald Blackwood, then I take it. I want
bastard dead.”
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