Sadie had somehow gotten Ace into the trunk of her BMW. That yoga was really helping to strengthen her core. He'd been talking on and on in his low mumble-yelling voice. All that about fucking this, fucking that, and that and those fucking assholes. She just got fucking tired of it.
"I have something to show you in the garage."
But he wouldn't stop. And the stream of fucking now included the chamber of commerce, builders association, all attorneys ever born, and her brother. Her brother!
That's when sure got the gun out of her bag. She did agree Sammy was a fucking asshole but this guy was just ungrateful.
She loaded the gun slowly but he didn't notice until she pointed it at him and cleared her throat.
"I said, I have something to show you in the garage."
That, at least, got him to change the subject.
"Babe, don't pull this stunt again."
She sighed and remembered the last time. He was right. The gun would make too much noise. She saw his golf clubs in the corner. He kept right on talking and turned around to make himself a drink.
"It was just a mistake. Sammy will forgive me. He has to. I know too much."
She wondered which mistake he was talking about. It was a big one if he needed her brother's forgiveness and he was calling him a fucking asshole.
"We'll stop work and get Toby in there. No big deal. We'll say there's a drainage problem. We'll start Phase Three. Those guys don't really care. No big deal."
Her listening skills needed work, maybe. But he should shut up about his mistake. What about her mistake - their so-called marriage?
Sammy made her marry when they all thought she was pregnant. But she wasn't. Sammy owed Ace a lot of money. The prenuptial she signed, while just a little drunk for a couple weeks, was all about her business interest in the ranch.
Now that was a mistake.
He was still talking when she hit him from behind.
She thought it a little unsporting and was glad to find out later he wasn't quite dead.