Rafi laughs. “Are we sure about trusting Anders to stop a murder spree?”
Omar shakes his head, his smile fond. “You make a good point. But if my husband says he won’t let Silas kill Preston, you can trust that.”
Anders claps his hands together, rubbing them. “I notice that none of you said I couldn’t terrorize him.”
“Habibi…”
“Fine, fine. I’ll be good.”
Anders knows they don’t really believe him, but neither are they willing to give up an opportunity to let him show an evil man his teeth.
30
RAMI
Truett fuckedme into the mattress as soon as we got home, then passed out, dead to the world. He’ll be up in a few hours, ready for more, so I don’t have a lot of time.
Maya’s waiting for me in the foyer, her eyes falling to the gun in my hand.
“Don’t try to stop me, sis.”
She holds up her hands. “I’m not trying to. I just… I need you to come back in one piece, okay?” She wrinkles her nose. “And I might need your help with Maverick because he didn’t like Aunt Hedy’s explanation. At all.”
“I’ll talk him down when I get back,” I say before stepping into the elevator.
What I could not explain to my sister—hell, I could barely explain it to myself—is that a switch has been flipped inside me. It may have started with the shootout last night, but after Whitaker went after Truett, I don’t think I can go back to the way I was before.
It’s not about anger or revenge, even. I barely give a shit about the reasons Whitaker ordered the kidnapping, but in mysoul, I have to send a message.If you try to get to the Wildlings through our loved ones, it’s the last thing you’ll do.
I’m thinking through what that message’ll look like when the doors open on the garage floor. I startle to find Silas leaning against the door markedExit.
“How’d you know I’d be here?”
“You’re being tracked by Wimberley.”
“What?”
“It’s not that special. We’ve all had trackers embedded in us since we were kids.”
I swear, I am going to have a very serious conversation with the dads—and Aunt Hedy—as soon as this is all over.
“So what? You’re not here to prevent me from going after Whitaker, are you?”
Sy shakes his head. “You know who I am, right?WhatI am?”
“Maybe?” I answer truthfully. “I’ve never felt unsafe around you, but…yeah.” I scrunch my nose and then go with the truth. “I’m pretty sure you don’t have dead bodies in your apartment, but you’ve definitely killed a few people.”
Silas adjusts on his feet, maybe as surprised as I am that I’d come right out with it.
“Definitely no dead bodies in my place, but I’ve taken up your dads’ torch as far as rich assholes go.”
“I… I’m guessing, then, that you don’t have any objections to me taking Whitaker off the map.”
“Not one single objection. I just want you to get through that process alive.”
“You don’t think I can kill him on my own?”
Silas shrugs. “You’re good at killing and you’re getting better at stealth, but you shouldn’t go on this kind of mission alone. At least not initially.”
