In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Blair was discharged two hours later with a bottle of painkillers and strict instructions to take it easy for the next few days. Roman had managed to charm, intimidate, or bribe someone into letting them leave at the same time, despite the doxor wanting him to stay the night.

Roman’s parents had called to talk to Roman, but he told them to stay home. They would be going home soon, anyway,

“I’m driving,” Sutton announced as they walked toward the hospital parking area.

“Thank Sutton, but,” Roman said. “Ethan’s meeting us with a car

“I hope you are letting him drive because you have one good arm and you’re on pain meds”

“I’m not on pain meds. I refused them?

Blair looked at him. “You refused pain medication for a dislocated shoulder?”

“Pain meds make you slow, Can’t afford to be slow right now”

“Jesus Christ, you’re stubborn. That’s why you have security, right?” Keira muttered,

Just as Keira stopped say that, Ethan appeared with a black SUV, flanked by two other security vehicles, Blair was getting used to the convoy thing, but it still felt weird. But there was more security than before. Had Peters or Roman got more

men?

“Shit, anyone would think you were royalty or something like that,” Keira said before kissing Blair on the cheek.

Sutton kissed her as well before turning laser eyes on Roman. “Look after her.”

Roman nodded, exhausted, but he would protect Blair with his life. He hadn’t worked so hard to get her to lose her now. “I need you both to come back to the estate. I need it’s late, but I need to share some information with you.”

Sutton tilted her head. “What?”

“It’s better you come back to the estate. I have all the information there, and you need to see it.”

Twenty minutes later, they were back at Roman’s estate, sitting in his office while Peters laid out everything they’d found so far. Blair’s head was still pounding, but she needed to hear this.

“The driver’s name is Marcus Kellner,” Peters said, pulling up a file on his laptop. “Ex–military, dishonorably discharged five years ago for excessive violence. Since then, he’s been freelancing.”

“Freelancing what?” Sutton asked,

“The kind of work that doesn’t appear on tax returns,” Roman said grimly.

“A hitman,” Blair said flatly. “Someone hired a fucking hitman to kill me.”

It was one thing to suspect it. It was another thing to have it confirmed.

“Professional grade,” Peters confirmed. “Kellner doesn’t come cheap. We’re talking significant money–the kind that leaves a paper trail if you know where to look.”

Roman leaned forward. “How significant?”

“Based on his previous jobs? Probably fifty thousand, minimum. Maybe more, given the multiple attempts and the high- profile nature of the target.”

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Blair felt sick. “High–profile? I’m a secretary.”

“You’re a secretary engaged to one of the most powerful men in the city,” Peters pointed out. “That makes you high–profile by association.”

“So someone paid fifty grand to have me killed because I’m marrying Roman?” Blair looked at her fiancé. “Jessica?”

Roman shook his head. “Jessica’s crazy, but she’s not murderous crazy. And she doesn’t have that kind of cash. That’s why she wants me back.”

Keira whistled. “Nice to be wanted for your wallet.”

“Then who?” Blair needed to know this was her life on the line.

“That’s what we’re going to find out,” Peters said. “I’ve got people tracking Kellner’s finances, looking for the source of his payment. Professional killers usually get paid through intermediaries, but there’s always a trail.”

“How long will that take?” Keira asked.

“Could be days. Could be weeks. Depends on how careful they were,” Peters told them all.

“We don’t have weeks,” Roman said. “This bastard’s escalating. Tonight proves that.”

Blair rubbed her temples. Between the concussion and the stress, her head felt like it was going to explode. “What about motive? Who benefits if I’m dead?”

went quiet for a moment.

tually a good question,” Sutton said slowly. “I mean, who does benefit?”

couldn’t be Dan or Laura. Dan is a coward, and Laura has what she wants.” Blair was thinking out loud. “My death doesn’t really change anything for them.”

“Yeah, the bread basket.” Keira mumbled.

“What about your family’s money?” Roman asked. “The trust funds, the inheritance from your parents?”

“What inheritance? Uncle Peter said Warner Industries was basically broke when my parents died. Everything went to keeping the company afloat. Plus a whole heap of his money. The lawyer told us that was the only thing that stop the company from bankruptcy and everyone losing their jobs.” Sutton explained. She was older when their parents died and remembered more.

Roman and Peters exchanged a look that Blair didn’t like.

“What?” she demanded.

“Blair,” Roman said carefully, “I’ve been looking into Warner Industries‘ finances. Something you said didn’t make sense to me,”

“And?”

“Warner Industries wasn’t broke when your parents died. Its net worth was at least fifty million dollars, probably more.”

Blair stared at him. “That’s impossible. Uncle Peter said-”

“Uncle Peter lied,” Roman said bluntly. “The company’s had been profitable for years. Very profitable. We believe the lawyer was paid off to somehow faked the finances of the company, because now he is living it up on a tropical island. A very wealthy man.”

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“How could he?” Blair’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Because if Warner Industries is worth fifty million dollars, and your parents died while you guys were still very young. It was like taking candy from a baby.”

Blair felt like the floor had dropped out from under her. The room was spinning, and it wasn’t just from the concussion.

“But we saw the paperwork,” Sutton said slowly. “The lawyer showed us everything. The debts, the bankruptcy proceedings…”

“All fake,” Peters said, pulling up another file on his laptop. We tracked down the lawyer who handled your parents‘ estate. Harold Brennan. Turns out he’s been living in the Cayman Islands for the past eight years. Very comfortable lifestyle for someone who supposedly helped save a failing company.”

Blair’s hands were shaking. “So Uncle Peter… he stole everything?”

“Not just stole,” Roman said grimly. “We think your parents‘ deaths…” He didn’t know how he was going to tell them, tell Blair what they had found out.

“You think he killed them?” Keira’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“We think your parents‘ plane crash wasn’t an accident,” Peters said carefully. “And I think Peter Warner wanted what your parents had before you girls got older.”

Blair stood up abruptly, then immediately sat back down as dizziness hit her. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Sutton moved to her side immediately. “Breathe, Blair. Just breathe.”

“Our uncle killed our parents,” Blair said numbly. “And now he’s trying to kill us…. well me anyway. But why me?”

“We don’t know that for sure yet. It could be because questions started to get asked and you are now involved with someone as powerful as Roman.” Peters said. “We’re building a case. evidence is still coming in.”

Roman’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, and his expression darkened even further. “That was my contact at First National Bank. Peter Warner just tried to make a large cash withdrawal. Fifty thousand dollars.”

“For another payment to Kellner,” Blair said.

“That’s what we think. But here’s the interesting part–the bank flagged it as suspicious and put a hold on the transaction.”

“Why?” Sutton asked.

“Because fifty thousand in cash raises red flags, especially from a business account. They have to report anything over ten thousand to the government.” Roman’s smile was cold. “Peter’s getting sloppy. The hitman isn’t a business, so it was for a personal account.

Peters closed his laptop. “He’s probably calling the bank right now, trying to figure out why his money’s tied up.”

“How long before he realizes it’s not just a temporary hold?” Blair asked.

“Not long,” Roman said. “Which means he’s going to panic. And when people panic, they make mistakes.”

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