Before disconnecting, Wil stared directly into her eyes. The black, glittering orb of his right eye and the silver pupil of his cyber eye bored into hers making her shiver.
“Emme, there’s a chance I’ll have to get my hands bloody on this one.”
“Wil, I’ve never asked how you do what you do.”
“I mean….” He looked away from the monitor, closing his eyes a moment before turning back. “Ambrose has been an ambitious thorn in your side far too long. He is capable of anything. Much as I like his dedication to a goal, too many people would suffer if he got your job. It’s time, Emmelia. Ambrose has to die.”
“Wil, I can’t! He’s the only family I have left!”
“Emme, do you think for a second he’d let that stop him?”
“He’s not tried to kill me before.”
“Not for nothing do I keep a few very capable people on retainer. You may not realize it, but you’re incredibly well guarded. Ambrose has tried more than a few times to get to you. Not that I mind, but it’s getting damned difficult to keep you safe. I’d hate to lose you, Emmelia. You’re one of the few friends I have left.”
“Wil, I can’t order the death of my own uncle.”
“You don’t have to. All you have to say is that I have a free hand to end this. I won’t kill him unless I have to. I’ll give him every opportunity to do the right thing.”
Fighting tears, she inhaled deeply, slowly, her ample chest rising and falling as her breasts struggled against her clothing. “He’s my only family,” she whispered.
“Family doesn’t want you dead, Baby.”
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