Chapter 314 - Killer Plans (1/2)
Vivian tapped the long, crimson nails of one hand against the mahogany desk as she rubbed her temples with the other hand. An irritated smile curved her lips as she studied her son from the other side of the table. ”You are serious about this? You want to allocate a fund for the restoration of that bloody island and its werewolf trash? You realize by doing so we would be admitting guilt in not only the attacks as well as the illegal activities involving those girls as well?” She laughed sarcastically. ”You are just as ignorant as your useless father.” She shook her head.
Drake glared at her. ”How can you speak so coldly about him? If it wasn't for him you wouldn't be where you are now, sitting high on our blood-soaked throne.” He bit out.
She gave a huffed laugh. ”You think I should speak more warmly about that imbecile after he all but fed himself to the same beast that killed his father? Ha, if anything I should be sending her a thank you card and gift basket for getting the whole lot of them out of my way.” She held out her hand studying the perfect manicure. ”I really do appreciate being able to keep my hands clean for once.”
”You're ridiculous.” He growled as he pushed away from the desk to stand. Just then a buzz of the phone caused him to freeze in his seat. He watched as his mother answered the page.
Her brows arched in surprise. ”Oh really? Yes, send him in.” She hung up the phone and pressed the fingertips of each hand together, tapping the long, nails together impatiently as she watched the door. A calculating smile curved her lips as the door was opened by one of the guards and a familiar man stepped inside. She took in his disheveled appearance and untidy clothes. ”My word Marcus, you look absolutely horrid. I should send you for a proper wash before you ruin the leather with your filth.”
He sent her an impatient glare. ”Sitting won't be necessary, it shan't take long.” When she only arched her brows farther, he continued. ”I need a place to stay. Somewhere safe to lay low for a while.”
She gave an amused chuckle. ”And why would I risk such a thing for a fugitive?”
”Why?!” He growled as he bent forward, his hands slamming down on the desk. ”Do you forget all I've done for you? All that I've helped you sweep under the rug?” He lifted and crossed his arms over his ċhėst sending her a smug smile. ”My freedom is just as important to you as it is me.”
”Is that so?” Her smile mocked him. ”The way I see it, I only require your silence... regardless to how it is obtained.” Her expression grew cold and serious as she held his gaze, watching worry replace the previous smugness.
Marcus narrowed his eyes. ”Even you do not have that power, Vivian.”
She shrugged nonchalantly. ”Maybe not...” A wide, devious smile curved her lips as she pushed up from her chair and leaned forward over the desk. ”But it would be fun to try!”
”Do try, but you should know, I've taken precautions for just such a thing. If I die, all the information will be related to your involvement with Fernando Boosilis and all of your other dirty deeds I've helped cover up over the years will be released to the authorities and media. You'll be ruined, Vivian.” A smirk spread across his lips as her smile finally faded. ”All that new power the death of your husband and his brother has brought you will vanish.” He lifted his hand and snapped. ”Just like that.”
She narrowed her eyes as she sat back down. ”What is it you want exactly, Marcus?”
”I want access to all the DeMarco properties and adequate funds to live comfortably until this blows over. I want a shadow member to be appointed to my previous position so that I may retain my authority.”
She arched a brow. ”A bit ambitious, aren't we?” Her attention moved to her son who was sitting quietly across from her still. ”Very well, I'll see what I can do about both of your requests...”
Drake didn't like the smile that curved his mother's lips. He knew very well what that expression meant, and it wouldn't bode well for anyone involved. His attention moved over to the old councilmen. The man seemed unsure as he cleared his throat and nodded in agreement.
”I'll stay here until you're able to make arrangements. I ȧssume your guards can see to my safety?”
Her wicked smile widened. ”Oh, not to worry, my guards can see to you just fine. Need not worry, Marcus dear.”
Drake pushed up from his chair. ”Then I'll see him out.” He grabbed the man's arm and dragged him from the room. Drake released him with a shove as soon as the doors were closed behind him. ”You are a fool if you think threatening my mother will get you what you want.”
Marcus straightened his disheveled clothing indignantly. ”Are you threatening me?!”
Drake's lips curled over his upper teeth in disgust. ”No, I'm warning you. You should be less worried about luxury housing, pocket change, and maintaining your power and more about simply surviving.” He rolled his eyes. ”Why do I even bother trying... Do what you like.” He spat out as he pushed past the man. His rapid steps didn't slow until he reached the outermost walls of the property. He tapped out a code on the door, and it opened.
”What is it, boss?” The vampire sitting behind the desk lined in security cameras asked.
Drake quickly found the camera inside his mother's office and tapped on the screen. ”Can you get me audio on this one?”
”Sure thing, boss.”
Drake pulled out one of the seats and watched as one of his mother's most trusted guards entered the office. He waited impatiently as the audio was adjusted.
”What would you like us to do about it, Miss?” The guard was asking.
”Kill him! But first, get rid of EVERYTHING that could link us with him or the werewolves.” She tapped her nails on the desk as she glared at the door. ”I'm not sure if he truly has a fallback plan as he says, but we can't leave any loose ends this time. I want to be finished with all this nonsense.”
”Understood. I'll gather a team tonight.” The guard bowed and left the room.
Drake's shocked eyes tracked the guard as he made his way through the mansion. ”Audio there! Now!” Drake exclaimed as the man stepped inside the interior guards' office.