Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(26)

I wrapped my arm around her waist before sipping at my tea. Then I dragged over a stack of papers and started looking through them. West and Francis joined us a few minutes later. The five of us were silent as we ate and looked through everything we’d brought back from Mason’s.

“Holy fuck,” Francis breathed out, making me look up.

“What?”

He flipped around a photo he was holding to show me. It was taken in a hospital room and showed a patient lying in a bed with Garrett Jones standing over her. Next to him was Stuart. There was a window in the background, and it was dark outside. It took me a minute to register that the person in the bed was Scarlett.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“I’m pretty sure that gives us undeniable proof he was involved.”

“What I want to know is how far down the rabbit hole did he go with Stuart.”

I handed it to Scarlett, who looked incensed.

“What the fuck? Why did he take a picture of this?”

“Maybe Mason wanted some collateral.”

Scarlett gave it to Drake. He eyed it with no small amount of suspicion.

“We’ve never been able to hit Stuart head-on because of his relationship with Garrett,” he said after a moment. “This isn’t enough, though. We need more. If Mason had this, he could have a lot more shit on his father. Find it.”

“And then what?” West asked. “I mean, I wasn’t judging when you asked to keep Mason’s head. Hell, I’d want a trophy too, but what are we going to do with it?”

Francis snorted.

“I think we should have kept his balls if you wanted a trophy because you lot certainly emasculated him.”

West barked with laughter and gave Francis a wink. We’d told Drake and Francis about the whole fucking her before she’d killed him business.

“I merely showed him what he couldn’t have. Voyeur boy over there made it into a spit roast. I’m surprised Mason didn’t come in his fucking pants at the sight of it. He was too busy cursing us behind his gag rather than enjoying the show.”

Scarlett blushed and buried her face in my neck. I stroked her hair. She enjoyed being watched by us, but I was pretty sure the Mason thing was a one-time deal to punish him for everything he’d done to her.

Drake gave us all a look before he stared down at the photograph again. Then he rubbed his chin and sat back, placing the photo on the table.

“What are we going to do with it?” He cracked his knuckles. “Tie a nice little bow around his face, package it up and have it hand-delivered to Stuart.”

“That’s going to force him into coming after us, and antagonise the fuck out of Garrett,” I said.

Drake smiled, his indigo eyes glinting.

“That’s the whole point. Stuart threatened Scarlett. We’re going to show him we’re not to be messed with. Are you in?”

The rest of us looked at each other as Scarlett turned her face from my neck to stare at Drake.

“As long as I get to torture the fuck when we finally nail him, I’m in,” West said with a shrug.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

“I’m ready,” Francis said.

“Me too,” I put in.

All of us looked at Scarlett. She had to be on board with it too. We did it all together or not at all. Those were the rules. And she was one of us. They applied to her too.

She leant forward, placing her palm down on the table.

“Let’s show him who’s boss and kill that motherfucker.”

West gave Scarlett a smile.

“As my little Scar wishes. I’ll text Penn and get the ball rolling.”

“Good,” Drake said as he sat forward and picked up the pages he’d been looking through again. “It’s time we declared outright war on those fuckers once and for all.”

And fuck if it wasn’t satisfying to know we were all going to take that cunt down or die trying.





Twelve


Scarlett





I jumped down the last couple of steps, looking back to find Prescott on my tail. My feet carried me into the kitchen, squealing as he made to grab me, narrowly missing catching hold of my dress. I ran around the counter to avoid him.

“You’re making this far too easy, little lamb.”

I raised an eyebrow, watching him walk around it whilst I dashed away towards the dining table.

“We don’t have enough room in this place,” I countered.

“Excuses, excuses.”

I grinned and gave him a wink, moving around the table as he came at me. We were on either side, staring each other down a moment later.

The door to their gym opened and out walked a shirtless Francis, who shoved his dark hair back from his face. My eyes immediately went to his chest, watching sweat drip down to the grooves of his abs.

That should not be so hot, but it is. Holy fuck.

The fact I even got distracted by the sight of Francis shirtless was my downfall. Prescott took advantage of my momentary distraction, ran around the table, and caught me against his chest, nuzzling my ear and pressing his hard dick into my back.

“You made that far too easy, sweetness.”

“Blame him.” I waved at Francis. “Coming out here looking all hot and shit.”