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stupid?” Emily paced back and forth, glancing into that damn butcher’s every now and again. The guy was behind the counter in his white overalls, one eyebrow raised and holding a cleaver.  
    He slammed it down into a carcass and separated off a joint for hanging.  
    “Emily,” Brian answered with a grunt. “What do you want, girl?”  
    “I want my children and I’m calling to tell you I won’t stop until I get them. Do you understand me, Ross?”  
    “I understand that you don’t have a hope in hell and that this was a total waste of my time. Goodbye now.” Brian’s voice faded as he moved to hang up.  
    “I know what happened with Amanda!” She blurted it out, raising her voice a few decibels so he’d hear her for sure.  
    “What?” Brian asked in a clear monotone. That’d caught the bastard’s attention.  
    “I know what happened with Amanda.” Emily repeated it super slowly, so that the gravity of that knowledge would sink in.  
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Goodbye now.”  
    “Oh, so then that hysterical phone call I received from your wife was a fake out?”  
    Brian’s breath hissed into the earpiece and Emily moved it from her ear for a second. Mr. Perfect was angry.  
    “What are you talking about?”  
    But he didn’t sound so self-assured any more. His balloon head had deflated a bit now. That was good for her.  
    “You made Amanda get an abortion. Now, I wonder how that would look in a custody battle. Or in the papers for that matter.”  
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he answered, but there was such contained rage in his tone than shivers spiraled up and down her back. Bursts of laughter and conversation echoed in the background. He was at work, all right, and she had him right where she wanted him.  
    There was no way he could verbally accost her in front of his colleagues. He’d never risk losing that much face.  
    “I suggest you gather your thoughts and return to me when you have a clearer picture of the situation.” Political speak made her antsy, and Mr. Ross was plainly agitated.  
    Still she pushed harder. “Tell you what, you obviously can’t handle being in charge and let’s face it, you only want the kids to be in power or whatever, so why not surrender custody to me before I take what I’ve just heard to my lawyers.”  
    “What lawyers?” Brian barked it, then cut off.  
    There was a muffled bang on the other end of the line and the chatter in the background was silenced. He was in his office, most likely.  
    “You have no idea who you’re dealing with,” he grated at her.  
    “Oh, I know exactly who I’m dealing with, but I think you’ll find it’s you who’s in trouble. Because Brian, you’ve never dealt with the likes of me. If you harm a hair on either of my children’s heads, I will be on you so fast you’ll think hell is a holiday. Got it, big guy?”  
    “What occurs in my marriage is none of your business and has no bearing on the custody of my children.”  
    “I beg to differ, Bri,” she snapped back in a supremely mocking tone.  
    “If you come near that house again, you’ll regret it. Do you understand me, girl?” He wanted to make her feel small, but there wasn’t smugness in his tone and it gave her strength.  
    It meant one thing: Brian Ross was threatened by her.  
    He’d ruined everything for her with Chase and with her kids. This was her sweetest revenge.  
    “Brian, I will visit those children when I like, because they are my children. They deserve better than what you can offer them. Don’t for a second think I’m afraid of you.”  
    “You should be,” he threatened.  
    She chuckled, though inside she was filled to the brim with nausea and rage. “Sorry, but there’s nothing you can do to me. I’m not exactly pregnant with your child, am I?”  
    “I will –”
    “I didn’t call to mince words with you. I called to tell you to watch your ass,