“Who’s Randall?” Galen asks.
“The head of VERO,” Sinner confirms.
My brows pucker. “I thought you said you were hired by Homeland?”
“We were, but it was via Randall, because VERO does this kind of shit for the government and private corporations all the time. Randall was the one who reached out to me.”
“What happened after my dad stole the files?”
“We didn’t know who had taken them although, after Homeland had Trey murdered, I suspected it was him.”
“That’s why you wanted me back,” Mom says. “So you could find those files before Homeland did.”
Sinner nods, smirking. “Making you pay for leaving me was an added bonus.”
“I fucking hate you,” Mom snaps.
He slaps her, and I’m losing control of the tenuous hold on my emotions. “Not as much as I hate you.” He rips the front of her dress, exposing the swells of her breasts to the carnivores in the room.
I’ve no doubt, when story time is over, he fully intends on starting the orgy part of the night. I’ve zero plans to participate, and hell will freeze over before I let them touch Mom or Alisha or any of those girls trapped underneath this room.
“Anyway, the gloves were off when we failed to deliver the files,” Sinner continues, needing little encouragement now.
The psycho loves the sound of his own voice, and he loves the adoring attention from the captive audience.
“Randall went apeshit. A couple of our shipments were seized by the authorities in a clear warning, and I knew it was only a matter of time before they found something to pin on us, so we needed leverage.”
“Daphne Leydon,” I say, and he nods.
“How exactly does the commissioner fit into all this?” Saint asks.
“The commissioner was Randall’s lackey, and he also owned shares in VERO. When we failed to show up with the Homeland files, Randall sent the commissioner after us. We had to stop him, so kidnapping his wife was a no-brainer. That she was also the niece of the US president was the cherry on top. We knew that would keep them at bay. The plan was to hold on to her until the files were recovered and we had our deal in writing. But we enjoyed her time in captivity a little too much.”
Sinner grins, and a chorus of hoots and hollers rips across the room, making me feel ill.
“Her death was accidental.” Sinner shrugs. “But it helped serve a purpose. Daphne had blurted a ton of helpful shit before her untimely passing, and Randall knew if we were taken in for her death that it would all come out so they couldn’t do anything to us.”
Now I get why everyone has been searching for the recording showing Daphne being murdered. VERO wants to use it to keep The Sainthood in line and The Sainthood wants to use it to force VERO to give them a deal. However, without the evidence, VERO has the upper hand now they have the Homeland files back in their possession.
Thanks to us.
That was an epic fuckup on my part.
One I’m now regretting.
But I can’t change the past—we are where we are.
My mind continues processing all we’ve learned. It’s better for VERO if they don’t find the Leydon evidence, hence why that smarmy fuck reacted like that at the meeting on Wednesday. Getting Sinner to confess to the murder serves their ends much better. I doubt Randall plans on putting Sinner away. I’m betting his plan all along has been to bust in here and kill them all so everything dies with them. Then he has the audio and camera feeds confirming the truth.
Motherfucking asshole.
I doubt he plans to let any of us out of here alive.
Except Randall didn’t plan for Sinner spilling his guts.
Why has he? Does he know they’re outside?Or that we’re recording everything?
Fear prickles the back of my neck as I realize we’re way more in the dark than we knew. Another troubling thought enters my mind.Diesel is listening to all this, and we have more than enough now to put his boss and The Sainthood away, so why the fuck haven’t they busted their way in here?
