Three minutes was all it took.
“Fuck,” I muttered, turning to face them.
My brothers.
“I’m sorry.”
“Never mind that,” Rowan roared.“That fucking two-faced whore.” He slammed his fist into the desk, rattling everything on top of it.
“My contact came back with a name,” Alec said, his voice flat and cold.“They described the document she sent.”
Anyone else might’ve missed the anger. I didn’t. The muscle in his jaw twitched as his teeth ground together.
Sophie had just signed her death warrant.
“I’ll get the room ready,” Alec said, rising to his feet.
“The plastic sheets are in the cleaning supply room,” Rowan added.“Top shelf.”
Alec nodded and left to prepare the kill room.
The door clicked shut behind him.
“Rowan,” I started, but he lifted a hand.
“It could’ve been any one of us,” he said with a nod.“Give me a cigarette.”
I dug the pack from my pocket and handed him one, then flicked my lighter as he took a drag.
“I don’t think we should go ahead with Ella,” I said quietly.
“Why the bloody hell not?” He exhaled smoke with a ferocious scowl.
“You want another bitch in our home after this?” I asked, jerking my chin toward his laptop.
He leaned back in his chair, studying me as he took another drag. He rarely smoked, but today warranted it.
Sophie had worked her way up to hostess over the last three years.
“Ella Constantine will never betray us,” Rowan said calmly.“I can guarantee it. Pick her father up tonight once we’re done with Sophie. Alec will collect Ella.” A grim smile tugged at his mouth.“You know what to do. Give her a good show.”
I thought of how fast she’d run from me. He might have a point, but it didn’t change the bitter taste Sophie had left behind.
It didn’t matter whether Ella was caged or not.
I wouldn’t trust another woman again.
???
The stage was set—two bodies on two tables. Plastic sheeting covered everything, making it easy to clean up and burn without contamination.
I tapped the syringe before driving the needle into James’s neck. His mouth went slack around the gag. I pulled it free and tossed it to the floor.
The medical beds and the floor were layered in plastic.
Sophie’s muffled sounds beneath her gag felt fitting.
“This is rather fortuitous,” Rowan said, handing me his half-smoked cigarette.
