Evelyn’s POV
As I walked out of that damn boardroom, all I could think about were different ways to kill Nick.
Should I poison his food? Slow, painful, untraceable. Or maybe go with the classic — a good old-fashioned car accident. Perhaps brakes that mysteriously stop working on a rainy night. Yes. That would be poetic.
Because there was no way — no way — I was going to let this slide. After everything I’ve done… every snake I stepped over, every deal made in dark corners, every favor traded in blood to claw my way up from the bottom… only for everything to be snatched from my hands by a stupid, arrogant little boy who doesn’t even know his left from his right.
This is all Noah’s fault.
If he had just allowed me to do what needed to be done, none of this would’ve happened. He should’v
