Chapter 17: Finding Kimberly 3

With furrowed brows, Sheila exclaimed, “I've never heard him spew such nonsense!” Her eyes fixated at the ceiling up above the bed on which she lay, her mind still reeling from the conversation with Nicholas.

She complained nonstop, as she lay absentminded from the “handsome stud” going down on her.

“I mean, how sure is he that she could take out the whole family? Only by glancing at her, you could tell that she is barely capable of handling a rat!” Sheila hurled.

“Why not just kill her and make sure she stays dead? That what he's always wanted to do for fuc#’s sake!” Indignation evident in her tone.

“Since when has Nicholas gone soft!? How hard was it to kill a measly, sickly, teenage girl!?” So was disappointment.

As she continued her venting, the only response she got was the moaning and flicking sounds that came from the man’s mouth as he held her laps apart.

“If the plan had nothing to do with tampering with my position in the pack, I'd have loved it. But it does! Making her his