She strode out with her lawyer.
Oliver followed and murmured to his brother. "I want someone watching that woman. I want a PI looking into everything she does."
Rory nodded. "Yes. I think we should look into her finances."
"Do you suspect she's behind the attacks on Tori?" Claire asked. "You think she paid someone?"
"The police believe it's a political act." Tori didn't agree. Could Thea be crazy enough to hire someone to kill her rival?
"I don't think so. If this was a political act, the perpetrators would look for press. This person is trying to hide his identity. I'm not even sure if it was the same person every time. If it's Thea, I think she's hiring various thugs to attack you." Oliver pulled out his cell phone. "I'm going to contact the private investigator and get an update."
Rory turned to her. "Why the riding crop?"
She grinned a little. "I would never go into battle unarmed."
Claire's eyes widened. "Do I even want to know what that means?"
"Let's just say Oliver angered our wife one night and he won't do it again." Rory winked her way.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll do it again," Oliver acknowledged. "I'll simply make sure I get rid of all the umbrellas, riding crops, and cricket bats before I do. Tori has a terrible temper."
Claire stepped in front of her. "I'm so glad you've decided to stay."
Tori hugged her sister-in-law. "I am, too. Thank you for kicking me. I promise not to forget my place again."
"Good, because it turns out I'm quite terrible at confrontations. That woman was horrible. What was Callum thinking?" Claire asked.
The door came opened, and Callum stood waiting, staring straight at Tori, a dark light in his eyes. Oh, she was in serious trouble. The Dom had been pacing, seething and impatient. He wanted his due. Tori shivered at the very thought. When Callum decided to top her, she knew she was in for hours and hours of pure pleasure.
"Callum wasn't thinking at all," he said of himself. "I was on the road, and Thea was easy. She found me in a pub and told me all she wanted was one night. I was single and rather easy myself at the time. Is she gone? Am I allowed to come out of the corner now?"
He might have let her take over, but he obviously intended to shift the power now.
Tori needed to play this very carefully if she was going to come out of today without a red ass.
She approached him, hips swaying, and softened her voice. She cast her gaze down as submissively as she could. "Thank you for indulging my jealousy, Master."
He gripped her hips, and Tori risked a peek up to see his gorgeous lips ticked up in a playful smile. "Is that how you're going to play this?"
She rose on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "I would be on my knees naked in front of you if your sister weren't here. I know how much you hated not being in that conference room with me, but we couldn't give her what she wanted."
"And why is that?"
She cupped his face. "Because you're mine."
"And you're mine, sweetheart. So take that riding crop you found and go to our bedroom. You will take off your clothes and be in the proper position to greet your Masters. Don't expect to leave there for the rest of the day." He kissed the tip of her nose, but his voice was deliciously dark. "Understand that I expect perfect obedience for the rest of the night."
She might get that red backside, but that wasn't all. She would also feel the joy of being with her men. She would finally have them all.
Tori stepped away and grabbed the crop. It had seemed like a nice little prop to intimidate Thea. She hadn't really imagined that Callum would turn it on her. Uh-oh. With as much submission as she could muster, she left the room.
The minute the door closed behind her she practically skipped down the hall toward the stairs that led to the bedrooms. There was no stopping them now. She was married and she was keeping her husbands. Yes, they would have crap to deal with in the future, but who didn't? She'd been wrong to hold herself back and she couldn't wait to show them that she would never do that again.
Starting now.
When she reached the bedroom, she opened the door and tossed the crop on the bed. She wouldn't be the one using it. As she turned and began unbuttoning her blouse, a cold chill ran across her skin.
"You know the old saying, don't you?" Thea stepped out of the shadows, a gun in her hand. "If you want it done right, you better do it yourself. Open your mouth even a little and I'll shoot you right here."