"What do you think?" I kept my tone low.

Rafael tilted his head slightly. "I'm okay with whatever you're planning. As long as it doesn't come back to hurt us later."

"It won't. I'll handle it." I grabbed a glass from the cabinet, needing something to do with my hands before I put them through a wall. "I just need her out of my life for good."

"Out of your life?" Jessica's voice cut through the kitchen. We both turned. She stood in the dining side, arms crossed, that calculating smile on her ...