Her soft laugh is empty as she struggles to breathe.
“Sorry for what, exactly? Teaching them some backbone, preparing them for the real world.”
“You made our lives hell.”
I step forward, glaring at her, and Rose joins me, an expression of disdain mixed with pain on her face.
“You killed my mother.”
Rose’s eyes burn with fury, and yet Morgan just laughs.
“It was nothing personal. She was merely collateral damage.”
I’m shocked when Rose reacts to her and strikes her hard across the face several times, sobbing as she unleashes her fury on the woman from our nightmares.
Julius heads to his wife’s side and places a comforting arm on her back and his voice is husky, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want her to die in the same way as my mother.”
“That can be arranged.”
Morgan shakes her head. “Kill me, and your beloved Sister Agatha accompanies me to hell.”
Rose gasps as Alice bursts into the room behind Simeon and their guards.
“Oh, looky, looky, Alice has come to the party. It’s been a long time girls, did you miss your mom?”
Rose sobs as she strikes her hard again, and Alice gasps, “What’s happening?”
“She killed my mom, and she killed our father. I want her to pay.”
“Your father.” Morgan spits venom.
“Enrico should have died years ago. He was always so weak, pleading and begging for more time while destroying everything he had worked for. His death was a long time coming.”
“Why kill him? He wasn’t a threat to you?” Simeon asks and Morgan’s gaze could wither the sun.
“Because there was nothing left of value. He had pissed it all away on houses, high living and gambling. He was a joke. I wasted years on him, years!”
She screams, wincing as a blast of pain shoots through the wreckage of her body.
“So, you decided to gain what you could by teaming up with Demitri?”
Julius sounds as if he’s chatting to a stranger in the street.
“You were going to sell the girls and pocket millions, splitting it with him as a consolation prize.”
“Do you blame me? I invested years trailing after that man. Allowing him to fuck me in his missionary way, once a week on Thursdays. It’s no wonder I killed the bastard; he was so boring.”
“But why my mom?”
Rose is sobbing, and Julius pulls her close.
“Because she was in the way. She was a warning for him to be better, to do better and for a time he did.”
She turns to me. “He married Priscilla Van Der Hudson, and the payments started again. Then her bitch of a mother disinherited her, and all the trust funds were signed away in another trust. That stupid bitch ruined everything. The payments stopped and Edwina ran away, which was a very good thing because it left a vacancy that only I could fill. I decided to go in and manage things myself. Enrico became my dog, and I kept him on a short leash.”
She groans, “Can somebody please call a fucking doctor?”