Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (carter reed .txt) 📗

He leaned in and she finally knew where the booze scent kept coming from. "You want the truth?" She nodded. "Yes."

"Wow." It was nauseating enough that he was proud of assisting in a person's murder. But then, would she be any different from him in the end?

Because what she was about to ask him to do was quite...

"Are you okay?" Gabriel broke into her thoughts.

She smiled. "Yes. If you uh... agree to what I want you to do, I will use my connections to get rid of your charges."

"Really?" he asked excitedly. "What do I need to do then?

Mrs. Oxford pulled out another envelope from her big bag. Bringing out its contents, she said, "I need you to get rid of someone."

"And, by getting rid you mean?" The slight smirk and arched brows on Mrs. Oxford's face answered him and he chuckled. As Gabriel's hand went to scratch the back of his head, his laughter became loud, the noise attracting some glares. "You..." he swallowed. "You don't mean it, do you?"

"I guess you don't want Isabella after all."

"You want me to kill someone?" he whispered, the slight shiver in his voice strongly intriguing Claire.

"I need you to get rid of him. I know your father's thugs still hang around. Use them. Do this successfully and I will reward you handsomely for a long, long time."

"All these so your son won't get Isabella?"

"Well, do you want Isabella to stay with him?" she retorted. "They plan to get married, you know."

"No." Mrs. Oxford took delight in the anger that flashed on his face. "I need Isabella beside me. She is the only thing I have ever wanted so bad."

"So... will you do it for her then?"

His strained eyes met hers again.

"Who is this person?"

The contents of the envelope slid closer to him. "His name is Rodrigo Ordinaz. Use every resource you have to find him and get rid of him."

As Gabriel caged the papers beneath his hands, he nodded. "I will do a great job. You will thank me so much when I am done."

"Make it look natural," she said.

"Trust me, ma'am."

"Oh, before you leave, I have another guarantee for you." His brows cocked in wonder. "She should be in your car by now. Have every kind of fun, Gabriel, and don't fail me."

His body left the seat, this time a bit gracefully. "I won't."

As Claire watched his retreating figure, she sighed.

She was going to such lengths for her son and the boy wasn't a little appreciative toward her.

But she would do the things she needed to do regardless. She was going to make things go her way no matter what.

And, speaking of plans, she recalled Christina had earlier texted, informing her that the plan was in action.

So, after she waved to a waiter, Claire reached for her phone to check for updates.

Most likely, the secretary would have good news.