Attest (Centrifuge Duet Book 2)(34)
My right-hand man, Felix, joins me at the elevators.
“Morning.”
“Morning,” he replies without looking away from his phone. “Ready to fix the shit that hit the fan last night.”
Nodding, I hit the up button on the wall. While I’m waiting for the doors to the elevator to open, I check my phone again.
MARK-LEE: Time: 2:30am. Date: tomorrow.
This message should have me ready to crap my pants—the old me would have contemplated running. Not anymore. I’ve been waiting for the day that the Aryan Brotherhood decided to call in the favour I owe them because I have an offer to make that they’re not going to be able to resist.
The doors in front of us ping, and then open. Felix follows me into the elevator. Once the doors have shut and we’re moving, I show him the message.
A shit-eating grin lights up his face.
“Looks like it’s game on.”
With a matching grin on my face, I lift my right shoulder in a half shrug. Harry isn’t going to agree with my plan, but it’s not his decision to make. Amber is my wife. I call the shots about anything that affects her—which this does.
“The game’s always in play, brother. It’s just the players that change.”
Felix looks at me with measuring eyes. “That’s a strange way of looking at it, but I get where you’re coming from.”
The button for the seventeenth-floor lights up. The doors open, and I step out of the elevator and into my domain.
“Nothing’s all that strange if you truly look at it. It all comes down to how far you’re willing to go to win.” I explain as we walk to my office. “Every move you make in life is part of a larger battle, one in which we have to seize every advantage we have to level the playing field. If you stop to moralise over what you’re doing, you’re giving your opponent the upper hand. Morals and ethics are for losers to fight over.”
I stop at the threshold to my office, and look him dead in the eye. “Someone once told me that doing the right thing is hard, but doing bad things for the right reasons is even harder. It’s a cold reality, however once you’ve wrapped your head around it you’ll realise that it’s what it takes to win, and it becomes much easier to swallow.”
Gesturing to myself, I drive home my point, “And, that’s a fact I can personally attest to.”
THE END
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Seizing Control, Black Shamrocks MC #1
PROLOGUE
LAINEY
“When something bad happens, you have three choices. You can let it define you, let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you.” Unknown
This has been my motto for the past four years. I was certain I’d proven to myself, and anyone who mattered, that I’d let my past strengthen me, not destroy me. I’d survived every woman's worst nightmare and I was still standing. I was chasing my dreams, my family was thriving, and so was my relationship. As far as I was concerned, I exemplified the positive essence of the saying.
Unfortunately, everything I thought I’d overcome was about to rear its ugly head. He refused to stay in the past where he belonged. He was determined to conquer me and keep me for himself—to control me, alienate me from my loved ones, and force me to submit to his will. His latest attack was going to prove his most lethal, and he was going to teach me that, even though he hadn't destroyed me in the past, he had absolutely defined me.
ONE
LAINEY
Cutting the engine, I breathe a deep sigh of relief as I lay my head back on the headrest. Organised chaos is the only way to describe the situation at work today. I love my job, but I’m bone tired. My back hurts from sitting most of the day, and I have a throbbing headache from spending too much time reading obscure briefs and debating vague angles.
Grabbing my phone to text Mik that I’m home, I find thirteen missed calls from him and four messages telling me to wait at the office until he gets there. Just my luck. I forgot to turn my ringer back on. He’s not going to be happy about my lack of communication. I’m going to hear all about it when he gets home.
In my defence, I switched my phone to vibrate to minimise interruptions during my back-to-back meetings this afternoon. Namely his interruptions, since my headstrong man doesn’t respect the rules of traditional workplaces. He calls and texts multiple times a day, even when I’ve told him I’ll be too busy to talk.
The thought of the overreaction I’m going to face when he gets home brings a cheeky grin to my face. The phrase “Control Freak” was coined to describe my fiancé. I can hear his low, gruff voice already, lecturing me for not waiting for him and not returning his calls; for putting my phone on vibrate in the first place. Then I’ll be lectured for leaving work without an escort, and for taking what he deems “unnecessary risks” with my safety.