The club doesn’t open until nine o’clock, and The Serpents set the fire at eight-thirty.They locked Belen in a back room to burn to death as planned.He deserved much worse for making our lives hell for the past ten years.
So far, the news has reported no casualties.But soon enough, they will recover Belen’s body.And when they do, we inherit the Drakos empire.
My poor mother had to have sex with that piece of shit so we could get this far.That was a sacrifice.The thought of his slimy hands on my mother made me want to vomit each night we spent in his house.
Knowing we had a short-term goal got me through it.My carefully laid plans are falling into place like chess pieces moving across the board.
We’re so close.
Mom sets the coffee, creamer, and sugar on the table in front of the police officers and takes her place beside me.
“Mrs.Drakos, do you know where your husband went tonight?”Officer Matthews asks.
She sits up straighter, head held high.“I ate dinner with Belen and my sons around six-thirty, and then he left to deal with one of his businesses.I honestly couldn’t tell you which one because he owns so many.”
“Where were you at eight-thirty this evening?”
“At home with my sons.”
“How many sons do you have?”
“Three.”
He nods.“Are they home now?”
She flicks her dark hair over her shoulder, maintaining her flawless exterior.“They’re in the house somewhere.”
“We need to speak with them, Ma’am,” Officer Lawrence says before turning his gaze to me.“What were you doing at eight-thirty this evening, Mr.Demetriou?
“I was at home with my mother and brothers, watching a movie in the den.”
“Which one?”Lawrence asks.
“Our mother’s favorite,” I lie, “Gone with the Wind.”
He narrows his eyes at me.“You were home on a Saturday night watching classic movies with your mother?”
“And my brothers,” I add.
That earns me another nasty look from Lawrence.“How old are you, Mr.Demetriou?”
“Twenty-four.But I don’t see how my age relates to what I was doing this evening.”
Down boy.
I regain my composure and act untouched by their line of questioning.
“We’re going to need to speak with your brothers.”
I push myself up from the table and nod.“Sure, I’ll go get them.”
Mom gives me a look that says,Make sure Ares looks decent.He wasn’t wearing a shirt the last time I saw him because he washed away Ophelia’s tears with it.And Ophelia didn’t look so hot, either.She looked as if she hadn’t showered or eaten in days.
Seeing Ophelia in terrible shape broke my heart.We did that to her, and I hate myself for it.
“Ares, stop it,” Ophelia says as I enter the sitting room, slapping his hand.“I’m mad at you.”
“Baby, I’m sorry.”He leans in for a kiss, but she pushes on his chest to keep him away.“I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
