Frank froze, his expression darkening.
“What did you just say? You know where she is?”
“How could I possibly know?” Marcia shot back, denying it tly. “That drug lord’s still locked up–how bad off could she be?”
Frank narrowed his eyes, suspicion written all over his face. “For your own sake, you better hope she’s doing just fine. Because if she isn’t, I’ll make sure your suffering is a hundred times worse.”
He lifted a finger and turned to Bernard. “Lock her up. From now on, there must be at least three people watching her at all times. No exceptions.”
“Yes, sir.” Bernard grabbed Marcia’s arm and started dragging her toward the basement.
Just then, the roar of an engine broke the tension as a luxury car screeched to a halt outside. Carm got out, her movements swift and purposeful, and strode over to confront Frank.
“Are you out of your mind? She’s your sister–inw! How far are you going to take this–what do you want, to break herpletely?”
“Mother,” Frank’s reply was icy. “Don’t you think you’re meddling in things that don’t concern you?”
Carm knew better than to challenge him head–on. She softened her tone, trying to appeal to reason. “Think about Hickey. Your brother’s barely gone, and you’d have his son lose his father and be kept from his mother too? Can you really stomach that?”
She caught the brief flicker of hesitation in Frank’s eyes and pressed her advantage. “Whatever Marcia’s done, she’s still your nephew’s mother. For Spencer’s sake, if not hers–can’t you let this go, just this once?”
Frank and Spencer had always been close. There were never any ugly power struggles or inheritance feuds between them–Spencer had no interest in the family business, never fought for anything. Years ago, when Marcia turned her back on everyone else to marry Spencer, Frank didn’t say a word; he simply kept his distance and watched over them quietly.
He’d had a good brother.
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Now, after a moment’s hesitation, Frank’s expression softened just a fraction. “Fine. I’ll let her go this time. But you’d better keep an eye on her. Don’t let her cause any more trouble.”
Marcia let out a long, shaky breath of relief. The moment Bernard released his grip, she copsed to the floor, her legs giving out.
Even after Frank swept out with his entourage, dread still wed at her insides.
She’d bet everything–and won.
Carm didn’t offer her a hand up. She simply stood at a distance, her gaze sharp. “Well? You said you had something about Frank I needed to know. What is it?”
An hour earlier, Carm had received Marcia’s message. She hadn’t nned toe, hadn’t even taken it seriously–her patience for Marcia had worn thin long ago. This woman had ensnared both her sons: one dead, the other’s reputation in tatters. And with Hickey saddled with a mother like Marcia, what hope did he have? Frank might as well do whatever he wanted with her. Carm wouldn’t shed a tear if Marcia
vanished off the face of the earth.
But Marcia had imed to know something important about Frank–something Carm couldn’t ignore.
So she’de.
Marcia hadn’t been sure Carm would show at all. Compared to Elissa, she’d spent more years dealing with her mother–inw. Carm might seem warm and reasonable, but it was all a mask. What happened between Marcia and Frank alone was enough for Carm to want her destroyed;ing to her rescue was
unthinkable.
Steadying her breath, Marcia braced herself against the wall and hauled herself upright, her eyes glinting coldly. “Do you have any idea why Frank always treated me so well before?”
That was andmine–and Carm’s patience snapped.
“As if <i>you </i>don’t know! Because you can’t keep your ws to yourself, that’s why!” Carm spat. “Shameless women like you–what man could resist? I always thought Frank was a man of principle, self–disciplined, a true gentleman. Turns out, I was wrong. The only exnation is that you’re utterly shameless.”
But Marcia only smiled, unfazed. “Remember that ident, years ago–the one that killed your husband and put you in the hospital at Cresthaven?”
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