Game Changer - Hell's Rejects MC Series Book 1

Chapter Forty One

Amelia

As I waited for Dion to come back, I paced up and down in his office, my nerves and self-doubt shattering my illusions of freedom with every step. I'd raced upstairs and grabbed the Glock that Dion had given me last night. I'd checked and re-checked it was loaded and ready to go about ten times already.

The dogs sat under the window, watching me wear a path into Dion's hardwood floor. Could it really be this easy? Could I really end my torment in less than an hour and ease the lives of God knows how many people at the same time?

"Hey."

I looked up to see Dion standing in the doorway to his office. "Hi."

He smiled at me and pointed to the gun in my hand. "Do you know...have you ever shot a gun before?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Dion. And I'm good."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I think so."

"He'll be here in ten minutes, sweetheart. 'I think so' really doesn't cut it right now."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "Yes," I said, exhaling and letting my breath out. I opened my eyes. "I can do this. I WILL do this."

"I have a question...when you married him, did he make you sign a pre-nup?"

She grinned and visibly relaxed. "Nope."

"So when he's dead..."

"Everything is mine and the baby's."

He beamed at me. "That is exactly what I wanted to hear."

I smiled back at him. His phone rang, instantly creating a swell of nausea inside me. "Yeah?" he said, answering the call. His eyes met mine and I knew then that this was it. It was time.

***

After Dion hung up, he rushed forwards and cupped my face in his hands. "One car. Four men. He thinks he has the element of surprise still. Keep your calm. Ok? You can do this."

I nodded, trying to ignore the pounding of my heart against my ribs. My temperature was through the roof, sweat beading already on my forehead.

Dion leaned forwards and planted a kiss on my lips. "See you soon."

He rushed out of the office and disappeared, leaving me alone, save for my two bodyguards. I sat down in Dion's leather chair and stared at the front door, waiting for my husband to burst through it. Seconds turned into minutes. Nothing happened.

"Where the fuck is he?" I murmured, running my finger over the barrel of the gun.

The front door burst wide open and there stood my husband, flanked by three giant henchmen; Lorenzo, Marco, and a recent employee called Paolo.

"My darling wife," he said, opening his arms wide. "How lovely to see you again after all this time."

He walked towards me, his expensive shoes clicking against the wooden floorboards. The man who'd made my life nothing but a living nightmare had returned to drag me back to hell. Each step he took sounded like a death toll in my ears.

I grasped the handle of the Glock, reassuring myself of its presence. I could do this. One swift move, a trained aim, a quick squeeze of the trigger and it would all be over. I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I couldn't afford to give him any inkling whatsoever of my intentions.

My mouth ran dry. My heart leapt against my ribs. Giovanni came to a stop in the doorway, Lorenzo and Paolo flanking each side of him. I couldn't see Marco. They filled the small space and more. A sinister grin spread over Giovanni's face.