“Let her go and we can go to your house to discuss this grandchild.”
“I’m not stupid.
I smile. “Neither am I.”
“Where is Mac?” He growls.
“Let her go. It’s me you want. You have me.”
I hold my hands up. “You let her go or you can shoot me dead as I fight.”
He glares at me.
“I can’t procreate when I’m dead.” I pause and smile sweetly. “Can I, Daddy?”
His eyes narrow in fury and I know that my sarcasm is getting to him. I’ve got him. He needs me alive.
I walk over to Stace’s mom and I begin to untie her hands from behind her back.
“Stop right there,” he yells.
“Nope.” I keep going.
“This is your final warning.”
“And I’m warning you. You want me to stop, get one of your monkeys to kill me.”
I struggle with the knots and finally I wriggle her free before I help her stand.
The roof cracks and I look up into the darkness overhead at the big timber beams. The men’s eyes rise to the ceiling and two walk around as they hold their guns in the air.
Somebody is on the roof.
Stace?
I force my eyes down. Distract him.
Two of the guards step forward and grab her by the arms.
I turn to look at him. “What’s it going to be?” I sneer.
“Me or her?”
He glares at me.
“You let her go, I do what you want,” I reply.
He hesitates and lifts his chin in thought.
“Your plan worked, you got me here. Now she’s not needed anymore. If you keep her or hurt her, I will fight till my death.” I shrug. “I’m happy to die today and then where will you get your heir?”
“No, dear,” she whispers. I grab her hand and squeeze it.
I walk her toward the door and the guards step forward and he puts his hand up in a stop signal. “You can have your way this time, Roshina,” he says calmly. “As a show of my good faith.” The men stop on the spot where they are and I usher her over to the door.
“Go, run. Hide in the grass.”
She shakes her head in fear. “Come with me,” she whispers.