“Two previous spouses, one of the wives of a man she killed so she could get to him, and her former lover, the one she paid to tell Madeline’s husband that they had an affair when she made the announcement, she was telling Ed the truth of their scam since she was truly in love with him.” Anya informed everyone who had gathered around.
“Ye also said three counts of plotting murder…” Sylvia hesitantly questioned.
“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry, but we were given proof that Felicity was plotting to have her husband killed, then once the children had received word of their inheritance, she was going to have them killed so she could take their inheritance as well.” Anya informed Polin, Sylvia and Will Sr.
“She wouldn’t have been able to touch the money.” Highlander informed Anya, in front of Felicity.
“Bullshite!” Felicity spewed. “I’m Polin’s wife, even with the spawns I would have gotten my hands on that money.”
“Actually, lass. My son’s money is protected from ye. While ye would have received a portion, ye wouldn’t have received nearly as much as his children. Had they died, ye wouldn’t have received a penny of the funds. It would have gone back to me. The prenuptial agreement, had ye read it, states all of that.” Will Sr informed Felicity, his arms crossing over his chest, glaring at the woman.
“Ye can’t do that! I’m his legal wife…” Felicity screamed, her face going red.
“Oh shit! Her face is going to pop like a fucking pimple if she gets any redder! So not an attractive look.” Diesel said, breaking the glare-down between Felicity and Will Sr.
“Da, this can’t be true. This has to be a set up. None of ye have liked my wife…” Polin yelled at his father.
“Oh, shut up, ye sad sack of tits. I never loved ye. Ye can’t even fuck worth a shite. I’m not even sure Isla or Angus are even ye children since I had to fuck elsewhere just to achieve an orgasm! Ye can’t even eat pussy properly. It’s a wonder these ugly arse women managed to snag the real men in ye family.” Felicity bellowed, rolling her eyes as Polin yelled at his father.
“Ugly arse…girl have you looked in the mirror? That shaggy cow over there is better looking than your ass. I don’t know Polin, but I have ask…dude were you desperate when you shagged this mangy ass bitch?” Diesel asked, pointing over at Felicity. “You could have done way better than that bitch. Pussy couldn’t have been that good. I mean, I bet she can’t even suck dick properly!”
“Ye bitch!” Felicity screamed, trying to break free of the cops hold to charge Diesel.
“Bitch, please. That cop let’s you go, you’re seriously going to get a hurting! Lucky for you, I have too much respect for the MacLeod’s to dirty their land with your blood.” Diesel warned Felicity as the cops started to drag the screaming woman away.
Polin glared at his family as he walked away, forgetting his own children, chasing after the police and his screaming wife.
“I’m going into the house to look after Isla and Angus. They need to be told what is going on. Catherine, can ye do what needs to be done, I want those two with me, as well as Edward’s children. They all need to be with family.” Sylvia asked, taking control of the situation.
“Aye mum, the papers have already been drawn up. Edward’s wee ones are allowed to stay here with ye, as well as Polin’s. Edward already has paperwork drawn up to take custody of the children from Madeline, which she is not contesting as part of her deal with Interpol. He’s agreed to have ye and da help with the kids. He’s looked at a place closer to home.”
Once Sylvia had walked away towards the house, everyone stood around, looking at each other. Of course, it would be Diesel who broke the tension.
“Nice to know Scotland has its own brand of crazy psychopaths like we do in the States. Although it’s a little more interesting when they start shouting and cursing with that Scottish accent…is it possible for Polin to be gay though?
Everyone burst out laughing. Yep, it was a typical day in the life of Alpha Squad and the MacLeod’s.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
