“Bullshit.” Osama looked at me with a raised brow. Osama only had two choices: stay with me or leave, and he didn’t pick the second one because the guy had a damn hero complex.
This revenge wasn’t about moving on. It was about satisfaction after I dug Starlight into the ground.Herbroken face when I tore out her hard work from her hands.
Exhaling slowly through my nose, “We’ve been preparing a long time for this, Osama,” I said. Looking downat him didn’t hurt my neck since there was an inch of a difference between our heights. “There’s no backing out now.”
“Right,” he replied with a sigh. “I just didn’t realize how much Adelaide was getting involved in this. I’d rather not see her get hurt.”
What part of I’d make sure she didn’t, did he not understand?
She was Eda’s kryptonite and despite all of this being unethical, it was the only choice I had. She might be my layer of protection, but I swore before this began, I’d be her bulletproof vest.
Loving someone once meant they had a good place in my heart. Adelaide was a good girl who got stuck in a life full of bad people.
Osama spoke as if he was talking to himself but stared at me. “That girl looked at you like you were her world.”
Clenching my hands, I glared with a pointed finger. “One more word out of your mouth and I won’t hesitate to bust your throat into the ground, Osama.” My eyes narrowed, “Tread carefully.”
“Look,” he sighed. “Fuck. I hate this—everything you’re doing but you’re my friend and the reasons are pretty damn good not to do this.” He let out an aggravated sigh. “But you have to admit that this shit is insane.”
Through the small windows of the warehouse, the sun began to set. This plan had no boundaries. No matter how insane it might be to anyone else.
Osama shook his head in disbelief. “We should head out soon.” He turned around and walked towards the locker room. “I told Ayeza you’d meet at her house.”
I wiped away a bead of sweat above my lips with a nod. “Did it go well?”
“It did, but she’s a little shaken up.”
My head whipped up. “What do you mean?”
“We were late that night.”
“Fuck.” Mishaps were bound to happen, fuck, when it involved someone else. The first step of our plan succeeded without hiccups, but this was the first time we faced an issue with the second part.
Starlight’s shareholders lured in newer, younger, female interns with the deception of helping them rise up to the top with a contracted job. When Osama—I became CEO of Moonshine, we hired women who’d pretend to be lured in by the members and record what they’d say. Thank fuck we had an officer on our side because if we didn’t, none of the women would have escaped.
Ever since our slip up with Ayeza, she’d been jittery, unapproachable, completely traumatized.
I was going to kill all five of them.“Are you sure she’s ready to see me?”
“She wants to get it over with.”
“You sent the money already, right?”
A nod.
“Any update on the other end?” We’d been waiting for the third member of our trio to send us a message. I left Osama in charge because I was pretty sure I’d break the phone from how often I was checking in on the group chat.
“He gave us the thumbs up.”
Another nod.
When the conversation ended, Osama disappeared behind the locker room door. I stood in the middle of thegym with my head up at the ceiling. I shut my eyes and counted to eight.
Eight seconds of thinking.
Eight seconds of peace.
Eight seconds of imagining round blue eyes staring up at me.
