Only almost instantly the tears began to slow. No longer would I play the victim, or would I run from the man and what he’d done. Now I was ready to fight for my freedom.
I was ready to take back my life.
“Yes. He came to my dorm room hours after I said no. He and his friends.”
His entire expression changed, the same hard, cold eyes I’d experienced reflected in that moment.
But not directed at me. At the man who’d hurt me.
“Then he will die by my hands.”
Another promise made.
And one I wanted him to fulfill.
CHAPTER 24
Sinclair
Daniella Dunham had been born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, the only child of two parents who by all appearances had loved her very much.
Her story proved one hundred percent truthful. I’d found her birth certificate and had discovered her photo in the high school she’d attended.
Along with Zane Emmett’s.
I’d found her college transcripts and the dates she’d provided me had checked out. She’d disappeared, dropped from the school registrar’s office records two weeks later. Not her doing. I was certain of that.
What had struck me funny was that there hadn’t been a formal inquiry into her absence. It was as if she’d never existed.
I’d discovered enough about the Brotherhood she’d mentioned that I’d made a few phone calls. Reluctantly, I’d been told justhow powerful the organization truly was. Their powers were far reaching. She had no idea how close to my world hers had come.
As far as her mother, she’d become the belle of the ball in Savannah. Because of her heritage. Her mother had tried to avoid the inevitable, marrying a common man. A man who’d turned on the Brotherhood, providing information to the authorities that would have potentially incriminated a few players. They’d had her father killed, made to look like an accident.
While I had no doubt her mother had run out of options, forced to take her place in the legacy of the Brotherhood, there wasn’t a reason good enough for her to turn on her daughter.
If I wanted full revenge, she’d suffer as well.
Only I followed a single rule that had been ingrained into every member of the Prince family.
Women weren’t to be killed for any reason other than self-protection.
After Daniella’s disappearance, her life had begun as Josette just where Enzo had found it. Living in New Orleans after attending a two-year culinary college in New York.
What I also found were police records of Zane being questioned for other physical assaults and lo and behold, the cases had been labeled as having insufficient evidence. The power of family.
And the Brotherhood.
The reason I’d been mostly unaware of them was simply because they’d never had a hold in New Orleans. Now they wanted one.
I knew their methods well. I’d played by some of those same rules myself over the years. But never the way Zane and his father had done, and I suspected every member of the Brotherhood.
Now I had a plan in motion, one that would need to be handled carefully.
But my revenge would be sweet.
I stared at the pictures sent to her phone. I’d found it between the seats of the Charger. They fueled my anger even more than anything that had occurred. While she’d been the object of Zane’s twisted affection, he and the Brotherhood members had found the perfect weakness against me. Only their efforts had failed.
My phone rang and I took a deep breath, sliding hers into my pocket. I’d yet to tell her she had three calls from an unknown phone number. Something else that might prove useful. Things were in motion, and I wanted them finished quickly.
