The girl was smart. She knew if she shot her there and then there was no way she would be getting off this land, so she slipped in through a back entrance. After that you can guess how she maneuvered through the house, posing as a housekeeper. No one would have questioned her, I have several members of staff here everyday, and she looks innocent and plain enough to fit right in. She probably avoided the kitchen Ryker and Ainsley were in, they would have noticed she didn’t quite fit because they’d never seen her before, and they always know who I employ, so she would have gone to one of the other three kitchens in this place to concoct that little coffee she presented Wren with.
I’m too distracted. If it weren’t for my current obsession with the girl sleeping in my bed upstairs none of this would be happening. I don’t make mistakes, but I’ve made several now and each time they put her in danger.
I needed to end this.
Marcus Valentine needed to go followed by this Syndicate.
No one threatens what is mine.
No one makes an attempt on something that belongs to me.
I’m the motherfucking king and it’s time I remind them of that fact.