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Chapter Seventy

Author: Ellie Wynters
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Two hours later, Sutton and Keira were sitting in Roman’s living room, staring at Blair like she’d lost her mind.

“Let me get this straight,” Sutton said slowly. “You want us to pretend you’re dead? At your fake funeral. So we can catch Uncle Peter confessing to murder.”

“That’s the plan,” Blair confirmed, curled up on the couch next to Roman. Her head was still pounding, but the painkillers were finally kicking in.

“That’s the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard,” Keira said flatly. “And I once watched you try to dye your hair with Kool-Aid.”

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“You looked like a traffic cone for three months! And that was just regular stupidity, not fake-death stupidity.”

Roman cleared his throat. “The plan has merit. Peter thinks he’s untouchable right now. If he believes Blair is dead, he’ll let his guard down. It’s the safest plan because it will be a neutral location out of his control. She will not be facing Peter in their home.”

“And if he doesn’t confess what, then?” Sutton as
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  • In Bed With Her Shithead Boss   Chapter Seventy-Five

    By the time they finally made it home, Blair felt like she was running on fumes. The adrenaline that had carried her through the day had completely worn off, leaving her feeling hollow and shaky.Roman unlocked the front door, and they stepped inside. The events of today would change their lives forever. She needed to talk to Sutton and Keira about their parents’ business. That mess was going to take weeks to sort out. But for now, she was just glad to be home.“I need a shower,” Blair said quietly, her voice soft, too tired to use energy to talk more than that.“Me too,” Roman agreed. He looked as exhausted as she felt, dark circles under his eyes and tension still evident in his shoulders. He really hadn’t liked her coming face to face with Peter on her own like that. But they had little choice. If they hadn’t caught Peter when they had, he would have sent someone else after her.They moved through, getting ready for bed, shower, brushing teeth. Blair’s mind felt foggy, too overwhel

  • In Bed With Her Shithead Boss   Chapter Seventy-Four

    By the time they finally made it home, Blair felt like she was running on fumes. The adrenaline that had carried her through the day had completely worn off, leaving her feeling hollow and shaky.Roman unlocked the front door, and they stepped inside. The events of today would change their lives forever. She needed to talk to Sutton and Keira about their parents’ business. That mess was going to take weeks to sort out. But for now, she was just glad to be home.“I need a shower,” Blair said quietly, her voice soft, too tired to use energy to talk more than that.“Me too,” Roman agreed. He looked as exhausted as she felt, dark circles under his eyes and tension still evident in his shoulders. He really hadn’t liked her coming face to face with Peter on her own like that. But they had little choice. If they hadn’t caught Peter when they had, he would have sent someone else after her.They moved through, getting ready for bed, shower, brushing teeth. Blair’s mind felt foggy, too overwhel

  • In Bed With Her Shithead Boss   Chapter Seventy-Three

    At the cemetery, she stood behind a large oak tree about fifty yards from the gravesite, watching through binoculars as the small group gathered around her empty casket. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn, and she could hear the priest’s voice carrying on the wind.Agent Rogers spoke quietly into his earpiece from his position near the cemetery gates. “All units in position. Target is with the family group. We have eyes on you.”Blair adjusted the small recording device pinned inside her black coat and took a deep breath. This was it. After days of planning, after faking her own death, after watching her sisters grieve a lie, this was the moment everything would either come together or fall apart. Would it be for nothing, or would they have justice for their parents?Through the binoculars, she could see Roman standing with his arm around Sutton’s shoulders while Keira clutched a single white rose. Peter and Vivian stood slightly apart from the group, a

  • In Bed With Her Shithead Boss   Chapter Seventy-Two

    Three days later, Blair sat in the back of an unmarked FBI surveillance van two blocks away from St. Matthew’s Cathedral, watching her own funeral on a small monitor.The irony wasn’t lost on her. If wasn’t so important what they were doing, she might have enjoyed it more.She could see the Gothic spires of the cathedral through the van’s tinted windows, and part of her wanted to be there. Not for the morbid thrill of watching people mourn her fake death, but because she wanted to support her sisters. Even through the grainy surveillance feed, she could see how pale Sutton looked in her black dress, how tightly Keira was gripping the flowers she was supposed to place on Blair’s empty casket. Even though they knew this was staged, it had to be hard on them.“Visual on all targets, agents are following Peter Warner. He is almost here.” Agent Rogers said from the front of the van, adjusting the surveillance equipment. “Roman’s in position in the front pew with your sisters.”Blair’s phon

  • In Bed With Her Shithead Boss   Chapter Seventy-One

    Sutton stared at her phone for another ring before answering, putting it on speaker as Keira had requested.“Uncle Peter?” Sutton’s voice was perfectly pitched. It was shaky, like she’d been crying.“Sutton.” Peter’s voice came through the speaker, and Blair felt her skin crawl at the fake concern in his tone. “I just heard about Blair. I’m so sorry, honey. How are you and Keira holding up?”Blair watched her sisters’ faces. Sutton had gone pale, and Keira was gripping the arms of her chair so tight her knuckles were white.“We only found out a little while ago ourselves and didn’t get a chance to call... we’re not doing well,” Sutton managed. “I can’t believe she’s gone. It happened so fast.”“I know, sweetheart. I know. Your aunt and I tried to get to the hospital, but they said...” Peter’s voice trailed off. “They said she’d already been moved to the morgue.”“The doctors said her brain started swelling during the night,” Keira jumped in, her voice thick with manufactured grief. “T

  • In Bed With Her Shithead Boss   Chapter Seventy

    Two hours later, Sutton and Keira were sitting in Roman’s living room, staring at Blair like she’d lost her mind.“Let me get this straight,” Sutton said slowly. “You want us to pretend you’re dead? At your fake funeral. So we can catch Uncle Peter confessing to murder.”“That’s the plan,” Blair confirmed, curled up on the couch next to Roman. Her head was still pounding, but the painkillers were finally kicking in.“That’s the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard,” Keira said flatly. “And I once watched you try to dye your hair with Kool-Aid.”“It worked, didn’t it?”“You looked like a traffic cone for three months! And that was just regular stupidity, not fake-death stupidity.”Roman cleared his throat. “The plan has merit. Peter thinks he’s untouchable right now. If he believes Blair is dead, he’ll let his guard down. It’s the safest plan because it will be a neutral location out of his control. She will not be facing Peter in their home.” “And if he doesn’t confess what, then?” Sutton as

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