Cassian
“Where’s Gemma?” I ask my assistant, Adam, who has just brought some papers and a fresh cup of coffee to me in my office above the warehouse floor.
It’s been a hell of a day dealing with the sabotage of one of our planes. I’ve spent hours going through the damaged aircraft with my best people, but we still have no leads on who did it, and that pisses me off.
Usually, when I’m here at the warehouse, I catch a glimpse of Gemma every hour or so, sorting inventory or doing whatever else she does.
I don’t allow her on the planes. It’s too dangerous. Just being married to me puts her in danger enough.
Which is why, after her outburst earlier, I ignored her.
She knows our marriage is secret. I don’t know what she expected of me.
My marriage was bullshit anyway.
Our marriage is bullshit. Did she think that would get a rise out of me?
I also don’t know why she was hanging out in the area where all the crash survivors were.
I let her work in the warehouse, but I specifically told the people over her that she wasn’t allowed on the flight crews.
But now I realize I haven’t seen her since her dramatic little moment, and I don’t like it.
Adam frowns at me in confusion. Outside of the family and my business partner, Liam, he’s one of the only people who knows about my secret, gold-digging, power-hungry wife.
“She was on the flight that was sabotaged, sir,” Adam says.
He’s short and young with reddish-blond curly hair and the eager energy of a puppy. “You gave that crew the rest of the week off, remember? So…she probably went home.”
“What?”
I snarl the word and barely stop myself from grabbing Adam by the throat. I take a breath and force my anger back down.
“What do you mean, Gemma was on that flight? When she was hired here, I made it clear she was not to be on any of the planes.”
Adam takes a wide step back, and I realize I’m still not as calm as I should be. “The order came from the top office, Mr. Blackwell.”
“Not from me,” I snarl. “Find out who put Gemma on that crew.”
“Yes, sir,” he says.
I’m unsettled, and I have the strangest urge to storm out of the warehouse now and go find her.
I shove it down. Gemma is a master manipulator. Everything about her is a seduction and a lie.
She’s been nagging me to let her fly for months.
It’s bullshit I don’t have time for.
“What’s going on in here?” says a sweet, mellow voice.
I look up and see Reyna poking her head into my office.
“Your sister was on the sabotaged flight,” I snarl.
“Half-sister,” she says, as if it’s so automatic she does it without thought. Then Reyna’s eyes go wide with surprise, and she says, “What? Gemma was on that flight? I thought you didn’t let her fly! I know it’s been three years, but we talked about this.”
I give Adam a look, and he leaves the room. Reyna comes in and sits in front of my desk.
“I don’t need a lecture about how manipulative and dangerous Gemma,” I say. “I don’t let her fly. I keep my distance, like I told you I would. It must have been a mistake.”
Reyna looks thoughtful, like she doesn’t want to say what’s on her mind.
I just happened to run into her a week ago, and after talking to her, I realized how stupid I was to let her go out of my life so easily.
My grandfather won’t be happy, but my businesses—both legitimate and criminal—always ran smoother when Reyna was at my side. I made an executive decision.
“Spit it out,” I say to her when she still doesn’t speak.
Hesitantly, she says, “Cassian, what if it wasn’t a mistake? What if Gemma got herself on the crew? She’s so underhanded, she could have convinced anyone.”
Shit. I hadn’t even thought of that.
I wonder, unpleasantly, who she might have slept with that works for me. Gemma is so beautiful, she could get any man and most women to do whatever she wanted.
If I find out anyone who works for me has touched my wife, I’ll kill them. We have a contract. Gemma belongs to me.
Reyna leans across the desk and grabs my hand. “Cassian, I told you she’s going to break down everything you and your grandfather bult. You have to get rid of her. Right now.”