Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 553

This was music to Larissa’s ears. It meant she could be the one to interrogate Thatch.

“Excellent,” she thought. “I love making scumbags suffer.”

The memory of all the horrible things Thatch had done to Haskell made her eager to get started.

“Haskell, leave it to me tomorrow,” Larissa said, giving him a heads-up. “I never flinch when it comes to dealing with trash. I’ll get your brother’s whereabouts out of Thatch. Just promise me you won’t get soft-hearted and stop me.”

“I won’t. I’ve completely lost faith in him. Besides,” he added, a glint in his eye, “I quite enjoy watching you take out the trash.”

Haskell wasn’t lying. His initial attraction to her had been sparked in the countryside, but he had truly fallen for her in that abandoned factory, watching her systematically dismantle Finley. The scene had been both terrifying and beautiful, a masterclass in violent artistry.

Shaking himself from the memory, he asked, “How did things go on your end tonight? What was your grandfather’s motive for having Paxton’s family over for dinner?”

“He wanted me to cure Finley,” Larissa explained. “As you know, there’s only one real cure for that poison. I didn’t give it to him, but as long as he doesn’t do anything stupid, I can guarantee the poison won’t act up again.”

“That makes sense,” Haskell said. “It’s better this way. Finley will think he’s cured and hopefully won’t bother you again.”

“That’s what I was thinking. I’ve tormented him enough. Any more and he might actually kill himself.”

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