My fury is boiling inside me, the level rising as it heats my blood. He isn’t going to fucking touch her. I didn’t have everything, I figured it out, but I didn’t have the proof. Now I do.
Either way, Sloane is no longer safe. Richard has his eye on her; since his initial plan failed, I know he’ll try again.
“What are you going to do?”
“Well, Kurtis,” I reach behind me and pull out my gun, “I’m going to kill you and send you back in a box to your boss. As for your boss, I’m going to tear his organization down, and once that’s done, I’m going to rip him apart and hang the pieces up for the entire city to see.”
I see my brother glance at me. Because of course, I’m the quiet one, the one who silences his rage, the one who uses strategy and intelligence to take down my enemies. Sure, I’m no stranger to violence, but it isn’t my go-to like the other guys.
Now?
Now it’s my only fuel.
Leveling my gun to the space between his eyes, I pull the trigger before he can utter a word of protest. The bullet slices through his skull and back out in a mere second.
And then I leave, hoping like hell the woman who has somehow crawled under my skin believes me when I tell her she has no choice but to stay with me, that Icankeep her safe.
Chapter Twenty-three
He’s been gone for hours. It shouldn’t really matter, he works, I’m here to look after his daughter so he can do that, but it’s strange to be here without him. Even when he’s in the basement, he’s here. I feel his presence, but right now it’s empty and lacking without the aura he exudes.
“You good there?” Savannah calls from the living room, holding a sleeping Lily.
It’s then that I realize I’ve been drying my already dry hands, staring out the window for the past several minutes.
“Shit, sorry,” I drop the towel, “I zoned out for a minute.”
Savannah frowns, “Are you okay?”
“What? Me?” I wave a hand to dismiss her, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Crossing over, I lower myself onto the couch, but I don’t feel relaxed. I don’t think I’ve been able to shut off fully since everything happened back in my hometown. Last night was the first night in averylong time that I actually slept.
“You sure?” Sav asks gently, “With everything that happened and then the shooting, it would be okay if you weren’t.”
“Sav,” I sigh, “Please don’t.”
She purses her lips, but lets it go. “So, how are you liking working for Dean?”
It’s an innocent question, so why do my cheeks begin to burn? I glance away, and apparently that’s enough for Savannah to jump to conclusions.
“Oh my god, you fucked!”
“What!?” I screech and then wince when Lily startles in her sleep. We both hold our breaths, waiting for the wail to come, but thankfully, she settles again, falling back into her peaceful sleep. “What?” I lower my voice, “Why would you think that?”
“You’re blushing!” She points in the general direction of my face, “You never blush! Like ever! Which tells me he dicked you down!”
My mouth pops open, shocked.
“I totally wouldn’t blame you,” She continues, “Dean isgreat,and you deserve a good lay.”
“Savannah!” I hiss.
“What?” She laughs.
“We have not slept together!” I press my palms to my cheeks, the burn transferring, “Jesus.”
“Oh,” She pouts. “Then why do you look like that?”
