I swallow. “They said something about revenge.”
Reaper’s warning earlier pulses through my thoughts, swirling with all my doubts until I’m so confused, tears brim my eyes. I brush them away, a skittering sensation crawling under my skin.
“You may have seen pictures of what your father is capable of,” Fallon says like he can see each thought flashing through my head. “But you don’t know the level of depravity he will sink to if he thinks you’ve turned on him.”
I lick my lips, gathering my thoughts. “He won’t find out.”
“Let’s hope,” he says. “Rune is sick, possessive, and paranoid. Remember, he will not think twice about resortingto violence against his own blood if he believes you’ve been compromised.”
“I won’t fail.” Even I hear the doubt in my voice.
Doubt about everything.
I glance again at the doorway. Was this Fallon’s intent? Create a divide between us? Because he sees that shift happening in them? How the men protect me against him?
“My son thinks he’s clever, but I know why Reaper wanted you and the Julian girl.”
My head snaps in his direction. He runs a thumb over his bottom lip, and for a millisecond I’m struck at how it’s shaped exactly like Reaper’s. When the corner quirks, turning cruel, my heart skips.
He leans forward, placing his palms on the small table, making sure I’m looking directly at him. “I think, Delilah Gavin, my sons took you both so they could watch you fuck Cora like the little whores you were in your daddy’s club.”
His words crash into me, and I rear back, not just at the crass words, but at the way his eyes glimmer. Like he’s enjoying being so openly vile.
“Are you going to tell Rune what shameful things you did with his second daughter?” he whispers.
I grind my teeth. “You leave her out of this.”
“Tell me, Delilah, how easily did she spread her legs for you?”
My cheeks flame as my eyes fly to the doorway. Reaper said he controlled the video footage their father saw, but the man owns them. Is Reaper lying? Did he let Fallon watch me with Cora?
Is all of this a lie? So they can use me?
My chest squeezes, my eyes burning. I use the sleeve of my sweater to brush away the tear slipping down my cheek.
“Is what my son said true?” he asks and stands upright, inching in closer to me. He brushes his fingers over my hair as he leans over far enough that his mouth grazes my ear. “Do you have sex with your sister?”
Fallon backs away as my hands fist and I catch that fucking smirk. A pain stabs like a knife in my chest as I stare past Fallon at the closed white door. Why are they letting him say these things? Are they even out there?
“Rune would never talk to me this way,” I say to Fallon. “He would never speak about Cora like this. It would give away what he does to her.”
The second the words slip from my mouth, I cringe back, realizing my mistake.
Fallon raises an eyebrow. “Your father has a relationship with the Julian girl?” He lets out a throaty chuckle. “That’s depraved, even for Rune.” He takes a step toward me, pinning me in place with a dark look. “Does he fuck you too?”
“That’s sick,” I hiss.
“So is fucking your sister.”
“We’re not sisters,” I grate, the bubbling feeling under my skin building in pressure.
“Just as my four remaining sons aren’t truly brothers,” Fallon says. My insides squirm with the way he’s looking at me. LikeI’mthe depraved one. “Seems my sons have corrupted you two girls.”
The door flies open, and Reaper’s large, menacing form barges into the room. “That’s enough,” he grates. “You are done.”
Striker, followed by Viper and Breaker, enters, and the room is suddenly way too small.
Fallon holds up his hand, stopping Reaper before he moves my way. “Let me. You know Rune will do far worse.”
