I shake my head, and he lets out a sigh of relief as he cups my face.
“I’m going to tie him up. I need to check on the others. Will you be okay?”
I nod my head, and he squeezes my face, looking me over again to make sure I’m actually okay.
“Just wait here,” he tells me.
He opens the drawers, taking out all the fun bondage equipment we didn’t even use during my heat. He hefts my groaning brother against the wall and ties his legs together and his arms behind him. Anthony is bleeding from his side, blood seeping through his white shirt.
Lorcán comes back and crouches before me. He grabs Finn’s gun and holds it. He’s still just in his underwear.
“Don’t open the door for anyone. I will be right back,” he promises. He kisses my hair, and the lock whirls as soon as he leaves.
“Can’t even look at me, can you? Do you know what you’ve done?” Anthony asks, his words slightly jumbled. I don’t look over at him, can’t even believe I fucking shot him, but what choice did I have?
There was never a true sibling relationship between us, but for it all to come down to this? I never imagined it was truly this bad. Did he kill my pápa on top of all the heinous things he’s done to me?
“My men have probably killed them all already. The only way you’re getting out of here alive is if you leave with me,” he taunts.
I shake my head. There’s no way that he found and assembled a team of trained assassins by this point. The men he brought here were probably as hopeless as him. Part of me still hurts for Anthony, that he turned out this way. But when I think about all the things he’s done, there’s no excuse.
He laughs and shakes his head. “It’s been weeks, and none of them have even bonded you. They don’t even want you, Elena; they just want to piss me off.”
I turn and face him. His pupils are huge, and it’s then I realize he’s on something. He had a small problem with cocainewhen he was in college, but as soon as he came home, our father nipped that in the bud. At least, I thought he did.
“You were never kind, Anthony, but you were never this cruel. I’m your sister. I’m supposed to be your family. Pápa made a contract with the O’Brien’s. All you had to do was follow it.”
“Oh, fuck your precious Pápa. He only cared about his empire. I think I’ve done a pretty fine job of destroying that. It was easier taking him out than I thought it would be.” Anthony laughs, blood pooling around his abdomen.
Tears fill my eyes as I look at the man I’m supposed to be connected by blood to.
“How could you? He left you everything. I don’t know why you’re acting like the world wasn’t handed to you on a silver platter. You’re nothing but a selfish, pathetic man, Anthony.”
He breathes through his nose and rests his head against the wall.
“That’s the problem. Father was going to leave you everything, not me.”
I tuned out my brother a while ago, even though he keeps rambling about more and more nonsense.
He killed our father, he wanted to kill Lorcán and send me off to God only knows what kind of pack. I wonder if pápa knew what Anthony did or if he died not knowing his only son murdered him.
“Are you going to beg them to keep me alive? You’re stupid enough to do some shit like that. That is,ifthey are even alive. They could all be dead. How long will you survive in this room with my rotting body, Elena?”
“Shut up,” I finally yell at him, done with his incessant talking. “I hate you,” I whisper.
I remind myself that I would know for sure if Finn was hurt. All I can feel from him is sheer annoyance.
“You know how I figured it all out? I tapped intoLogan’sphone. At first, I thought he was just a rat, working for the O’Briens. Then there were the obscene amount of photos of you, it was sickening. I decided to do some more digging, and there was no Logan Becker in the system. But the stupid fuck had a record, and low and behold, Lorcán-fucking-O’Brien was under my nose the whole time.”
“Pápa knew who he was,” I interrupt what feels like his eightieth villain speech.
“Liar, I’m the one who brought him into the fold. Doesn’t matter anyway, Matteo Amante is as dead as we all are.”
“Maybe pápa brought him into our lives for you, too. Maybe if you stopped crying about how terrible your fucking life is, it wouldn’t be so bad. All he did was his best, he loved you in his own way, how could you do all this?”
He laughs, but it turns into a groan.
“You were always so fucking stupid. He wasn’t myrealfather.”
