Chapter 127
Anonymous.
I slam my fist against the desk, the sound echoing through the dimly lit room. The glass trembles, and a few papers flutter to the floor. My jaw aches from how tightly I’m grinding my teeth.
“She’s still alive,” I spit out. “How the fuck is she still alive p>
The woman across from me flinches. She’s standing with her head bowed, her hands clenched like she’s trying to hold herself together.
“I don’t know,” she says softly, “no one was supposed to come in after me… I just didn’t know Lilly Wood would be visiting p>
Fuck!
I snarl, slamming my hand again, harder this time. “You had one job. One fucking job and you fucking failed p>
Her voice trembles. “I–I did everything I was supposed to. I injected the dose. It should have been enough to kill her p>
I drag a hand through my hair, pacing fast, and breathing hard. The image of Sierra flashes in my mind, making me all the angrier. She was supposed to be gone. I was promised she’d be gone; instead, she’s stubbornly clinging to life.
“You disappoint me,” I hiss, turning back to her. “You had a clear path and you blew it p>
She finally looks up. There’s a fragile defiance there and I hate that look because it means she believes she did right.
She says, a thin edge to her voice. “It’s not my fault they were able to save her p>
“Seriously?” I repeat. The word tastes like failure. “You call this doing what was asked? If that was the case, she would have been dead p>
I can’t contain the anger burning inside me. It was supposed to be done today. She is supposed to be in the morgue right now, but she isn’t.
For my plan to work, she needs to be dead. I’ve waited for far too long and she’s in the way. As long as Sierra is alive, I can’t get what I want, and that? That isn’t an option because I always get what I fucking want.
“The machine, the accident and now this. How the fuck does she keep escaping death p>
Her shoulders stiffen, but she doesn’t look up. “I wasn’t in charge of the other two, so you can’t blame me p>
I close the distance between us in two strides. Her perfume hits me, sweet and nauseating. “I wasn’t saying I blame you, now was I p>
The defiance in her tone is enough to make my blood boil, but before I can respond, another voice cuts through the tension. Calm, smooth and deadly.
“Enough,” the second woman says from the corner. She’s been sitting there this whole time, legs crossed, watching the storm play out. “Yelling won’t change anything.
“But it sure stops me from snapping her neck,” I snap, before taking a deep breath and calming myself. “We need to do something p>
She shakes her head. “If we move again too soon, it’ll point straight back to us p>
I turn to her, breathing heavily. “You’re saying we just let her walk away p>
“I’m saying,” she replies, standing slowly, “that Noah Woods has already tightened security around her. You think you can just stroll into that hospital again? The moment anyone makes a move, it might be over for all of us p>
The name makes my stomach twist. Noah Woods. He and that cursed family. The Wood family is becoming a thorn in my side, always standing between me and what’s mine by protecting Sierra at every single turn. It’s like the world keeps conspiring to keep her alive.
“Investigations are already underway, and they already know someone is after Sierra… We have to be careful now that they’re unto us or else everything we’ve worked for these past years will be for nothing,” she continues, calmly, as if none of this bothers her.