Cal's POV
Ah. Sweet revenge. The word filled me with delight as I sat at a small table in a Coffee shop in NYC. It was here I was waiting to meet the one person who could help me finally have vengeance on my daft half-brother. I smiled at the thought that Morgan would once again be mine. It didn't matter to me that they were married, after all, they wouldn't be by the time I am finished with them.
The Bell on the glass door rang as my guest entered the shop. She searched me out immediately and with a smile came strolling towards me, her fiery red hair shining in the lights from the ceiling.
"You must be Calhoun." She said, taking the chair beside me.
"Please, Just call me Cal." I replied, picking up the small menu from the table. "Can I order you anything?"
"Peppermint tea would be nice."
Still smiling, I summoned a waitress and placed our orders, then turned back to my guest.
"Miss Courceau…" I started.
She waved her hand. "Justine."
"Justine, you called me here saying that you could help me with this Hunter problem?"
I noticed a flicker of rage in her eyes when I mentioned the bastard. "Yes, we have history, Hunter and I."
For the next fifteen minutes, I listened intently as Justine told me of her dealings with my half-brother and my father. "So you see, Cal, I have as much reason for vengeance as you do. Starting with that little bitch Hunter rejected me for."
I was quick to respond. "No!" Justine looked shocked, so I composed myself. "I mean, just deal with hunter, get him out of the picture and do what you will with him. Leave Morgan to me."
Justine seemed to ponder the Idea for a minute then nodded slightly. "Yes. Alright. But If you harm Hunter I swear you will feel my rathe."
"Agreed. Now tell me, Justine, how do you plan on removing Hunter from his cosy little home in Widows Vale?"
Now it was Justine's turn to grin. "A woman has her ways Calhoun, but a which has her powers. No one can sustain control when another holds their true name."
I grinned. This was going to be fun.