A Murray

Royal's p.o.v

"Royal what the fuck is that?" She stuttered as she scooted back against the wall, eyeing the gun in my hand.

I wasn't going to hurt her…yet.

"Dramatic much" I said as I sat in the rocking chair in front of her.

Pamela began to sob. "Please don't do this, I promise you won't hear about me if you let me go-"

I put up a hand and stopped her. "Begging does nothing for me," I said. It irritates me and makes me even want to kill them more.

She kept sobbing. She watched the gun closely as I placed it on my lap.

"This is embarrassing Pamela, can you relax?" I asked. Her squirming was getting me nervous.

She gave me the middle finger. "Fuck you, Royal, okay?"

"I want to know how you did it" I said. I didn't know yet how she was so smart with her plan.

"Did what? I didn't do any-"

"When did you transfer ownership? You didn't know any of the plans in the beginning or did you find out?" I asked.

She didn't know about the seventy percent shares, I made sure and she didn't even bothe