Page 115 of Oblivion
“Hmm,” I murmured, turning the envelope over in my hands. It was a plain, beige envelope, heavier than what I would have expected. Belladonna was scribbled in cursive on the backside, but there was no return address.
This was from Nova.
A smile broke on my face as I placed the marker I was holding on the desk, tearing through the envelope within seconds.
“Is everything ready for tonight?” I asked Ivan who was still standing in my office. “Are the guys prepared to go down to Santa Monica?”
Tonight we were going to destroy them all in one turn. Storm thought he could fool me, that he could hold on to Ophelia and still have his club, but he couldn’t. I was clear from the very start, and he knew what was at stake.
He could either choose her or his precious, little Club, and it was obvious that he chose her.
“They’re ready,” he mumbled, standing tall like a soldier would. “They’re just waiting for your command.”
“Good.” I grinned, pulling out the papers and photos from the envelope, frowning as I saw the name of the clinic on top. “What the—”
No.
She wasn’t.
She couldn’t be.
My hands shook as I sat down on the desk, holding on to the papers like a lifeline. Page after page of her blood tests, her scheduled scans… Pictures of her visiting the hospital today during the day.
Holy fucking shit.
Ophelia was pregnant.
“Ma’am,” Ivan started talking, and I lifted my hand effectively shutting him up.
The entire plan just changed. Everything changed with this revelation.
I held up the photo of her with Storm and Zoe as they exited the clinic, both of them serious, lost in thought. She still wasn’t showing, but judging by this report, she was somewhere between seven and nine weeks pregnant.
“Ivan.” I looked up at him. “Tell them to come back to the compound.”
“What?” he asked, his eyes widening. “But the plan—”
“The plan has changed,” I murmured, looking down at the photo. I took the marker in my right hand, still holding the paper in my left. I circled around Ophelia’s stomach, where her precious cargo grew. “Everything just changed.” I grinned.
I wasn’t going to take their lives or their precious Santa Monica chapter. I would take what they stole from me.
Standing up, I placed the papers on the desk, rounded the other side, and sat down. I opened the drawer on the right side and pulled out the paper with my name on the top, taking the black pen from the holder.
I lifted my head, my eyes zeroing on Ivan. “Why are you still here?”
“Uh, I have a question,” he answered, fidgeting.
“Well, go on then. I don’t have an entire night to wait for you to open that mouth of yours.”
“We’re not attacking Santa Monica tonight, but what about San Diego?” He grinned. “Are they good to go?”
This man pissed me off more than anyone else, but his thirst for blood rivaled my own. He hated Sons of Hades with passion, and it helped that they were the ones we were going to destroy.
“Go ahead.” I smiled. “I want the head of their president. Storm is due for another present from me.” I chuckled. “You can go now.”
Ivan simply nodded and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Little missI will never have kidswas pregnant. Well, I guess I would be doing her a favor if I took them away. After all, she killed mine. An eye for an eye, or whatever it was people said. She would be left with nothing once I was finished with her.
