Penelope POV
"Get out of my seat, Leif."
My voice cuts through the quiet of the office like a blade. I do not look up from the tablet in my hands.
"Just checking the cushions, boss," Leif says.
He slides out of my leather executive chair with a grin that makes my jaw tighten. He does not take me seriously. None of them do, not until the blood starts drying on the floor.
"The paperwork for Westview is done," Leif says, dropping a thick manila folder onto the mahogany desk. It hits the wood with a heavy thud. "Every single asset belonging to Elder Judson is now registered under your name. The Rogue Pack owns him. You own the Rogue Pack."
"And Judson?" I ask.
"He is in the holding cells downstairs," Leif says. He leans against the edge of my desk, tapping a rhythm against his knee. "Yo
