41, Work mode

Emma had just drifted off to sleep when she was woken by loud voices and people moving around downstairs. She frowned and got up; she had gone to bed in one of her more risqué nightgowns after what Bane had told her. As she didn’t feel like showing it off to the rest of the house, she took one of Banes hoodies and pulled it on. She opened the door and to her surprise she looked at Luke’s back; he was standing in front of the door.

“Luke?”

“Miss E, please go back inside the room and stay there,” he told her, only turning his head to glance down on her.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing to worry about, go back to bed,” he said. Right, like Emma was some dumb bimbo. Something was obviously wrong and Emma refused to be taken off guard again. If there was danger coming, she would be prepared for it.

“Luke, you are going to tell me what is going on or so help me god I will perform a vasectomy on you,” she said. She knew threats were how these men communicated to establish some kind of rank. She