out a great many things
the man said he had on him. Lance thought he might be better off putting a
bullet in his own head and ending it. But his mother said something that made
him sit up.
“What did you just say?” He held his
breath while she wound down about him interrupting her again. “Just tell me what
the fuck you’ve done.”
“I said I hired some people to get the
job done for you. The first one failed miserably, but the man I contacted in
the first place said he would find her himself and kill her. It was reasonably
easy to figure out where she was, he said. Women like to shop, and he had her
picture and all, so he had his men staking the place out. She, sadly, lived,
but he promises me that it won’t happen again.” She laughed, and he felt the
skin on his arms dance at the sound. “Of course, he said he has to get her now.
He has a reputation to uphold.”
“How are you paying him?” She sighed,
and he knew that he was going to be pissed. “What have you sold now that we can’t
really do without?”
“I sold all my furs some time ago, but I
lied to you about what I got for them. So I used that as a…I used that as bait.
He thinks she stole all your bearer bonds you had locked away, and now we just
want her dead. I told him that while we got them back, we still want her to
pay. He agreed.”
Christ, his mom was hiring hit men
without any money. And when they figured it out, she’d be just as dead as
Allyson. He wished he had the means to take out a policy on her right now. It
would more than likely pay off before Allyson’s did. He lay back on the bed
again and listened to her prattle on about money and what she was going to do
with her share. He could only think that even if he had all the money from the
policy in his hands it wouldn’t be enough to get him out of this never ending
hole he was in.
He was in for millions. And not only
that, he was behind in his taxes for the past nine years. Then there was the
loan he’d taken out without anyone knowing. And the man he got it from wouldn’t
follow any rules but his own. That loan was coming due in two short weeks. He
was so fucked.
When his father was alive they’d never
had these problems. Money seemed to be right at their fingertips all the time. Then
one day his dad had gone into his office and had put a gun under this chin and
pulled the trigger. Apparently, he hadn’t been any good with money, either.
He’d left a note stating that he just
couldn’t say no to his family and that what they wanted he wanted them to have
it. He had borrowed so much money against their home that his mom had to move
in with him just so she’d not have to live on the streets. His father had made
one bad investment after another until there was nothing left. And now Lance
was doing the same thing. But he wasn’t going to shoot himself and let anyone
win over him. He had a plan, and he was going to collect.
“Have you had any luck finding me
someone to marry?” She started laughing, and he wondered what he’d missed. When
she asked him if he’d been reading the paper, he’d told her that he couldn’t
afford it. “Just tell me what the fuck is so funny. I need to get out and make
my way to Allyson. The people she’s staying with told me I could come and get
her.”
Not entirely true, but he didn’t care. Once
he got to Alistair’s house he was going to collect as much of his things as he
could to pawn. Then he was going to use that money to get Allyson on a plane
and back in the bosom of his family. Just before he killed her.
“You are no longer a person any woman
wants to be near much less seen with. And what your firm hasn’t said about you,
Marcus is filling in for them. You’re being dragged through the papers as if
you’ve killed someone. I’ll be lucky I can get you a housekeeper rather than a suitable
wife.”
Lance was going down. It was no longer a
matter of if but when . He had to do something to redeem himself.
But without
the man said he had on him. Lance thought he might be better off putting a
bullet in his own head and ending it. But his mother said something that made
him sit up.
“What did you just say?” He held his
breath while she wound down about him interrupting her again. “Just tell me what
the fuck you’ve done.”
“I said I hired some people to get the
job done for you. The first one failed miserably, but the man I contacted in
the first place said he would find her himself and kill her. It was reasonably
easy to figure out where she was, he said. Women like to shop, and he had her
picture and all, so he had his men staking the place out. She, sadly, lived,
but he promises me that it won’t happen again.” She laughed, and he felt the
skin on his arms dance at the sound. “Of course, he said he has to get her now.
He has a reputation to uphold.”
“How are you paying him?” She sighed,
and he knew that he was going to be pissed. “What have you sold now that we can’t
really do without?”
“I sold all my furs some time ago, but I
lied to you about what I got for them. So I used that as a…I used that as bait.
He thinks she stole all your bearer bonds you had locked away, and now we just
want her dead. I told him that while we got them back, we still want her to
pay. He agreed.”
Christ, his mom was hiring hit men
without any money. And when they figured it out, she’d be just as dead as
Allyson. He wished he had the means to take out a policy on her right now. It
would more than likely pay off before Allyson’s did. He lay back on the bed
again and listened to her prattle on about money and what she was going to do
with her share. He could only think that even if he had all the money from the
policy in his hands it wouldn’t be enough to get him out of this never ending
hole he was in.
He was in for millions. And not only
that, he was behind in his taxes for the past nine years. Then there was the
loan he’d taken out without anyone knowing. And the man he got it from wouldn’t
follow any rules but his own. That loan was coming due in two short weeks. He
was so fucked.
When his father was alive they’d never
had these problems. Money seemed to be right at their fingertips all the time. Then
one day his dad had gone into his office and had put a gun under this chin and
pulled the trigger. Apparently, he hadn’t been any good with money, either.
He’d left a note stating that he just
couldn’t say no to his family and that what they wanted he wanted them to have
it. He had borrowed so much money against their home that his mom had to move
in with him just so she’d not have to live on the streets. His father had made
one bad investment after another until there was nothing left. And now Lance
was doing the same thing. But he wasn’t going to shoot himself and let anyone
win over him. He had a plan, and he was going to collect.
“Have you had any luck finding me
someone to marry?” She started laughing, and he wondered what he’d missed. When
she asked him if he’d been reading the paper, he’d told her that he couldn’t
afford it. “Just tell me what the fuck is so funny. I need to get out and make
my way to Allyson. The people she’s staying with told me I could come and get
her.”
Not entirely true, but he didn’t care. Once
he got to Alistair’s house he was going to collect as much of his things as he
could to pawn. Then he was going to use that money to get Allyson on a plane
and back in the bosom of his family. Just before he killed her.
“You are no longer a person any woman
wants to be near much less seen with. And what your firm hasn’t said about you,
Marcus is filling in for them. You’re being dragged through the papers as if
you’ve killed someone. I’ll be lucky I can get you a housekeeper rather than a suitable
wife.”
Lance was going down. It was no longer a
matter of if but when . He had to do something to redeem himself.
But without
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