“Anway, I’ve now been infiltrated, and this one feels more personal as someone wiped out time in our cameras. We have a rat, and I want to get down to who.” I lean back in my chair clicking my tongue.
We spend the next hour and a half coming up with a plan. We decide to do a fake drop to see who will show up and we will sit back in the shadows. This one will be big and hopefully we’ll be able to get the leader who’s doing this to step out intothe light. This isn’t going to be a small ambush. Blood will be shed. Not an ounce of fear runs through me.
What did peak my interest was that Cian, head of the Irish, had brought up sightings of Mike, my stepbrother. He advised that he was in Albanian territory meeting with someone unknown. We all agree that he has some sort of involvement and hasn’t declared what side he’s on but he wouldn’t know about any of the drops. He’s not involved in that aspect of the business nor our meetings.
One of my men has come in letting me know that Mike was reported to be back in town. I don’t announce to the men in front of me that I’ll be making an appearance to my dear old stepbrother, though. I know there’s a rat amongst us and I won’t give him a chance to warn Mike.
I pay attention to each man sitting in this room. I watch for their reactions, their movements and the only one who has my suspicion is Egmen. Deniil and Cian stay behind when we take our leave out of the conference room. Once under the cover of my office, I give them my thoughts and they both agree with my theory. They’ll get the others ready for the turn of the events that will occur.
I sent a quick text to Alaric letting him know it’s going to be a late night and to not wait up for me.
The Reaper is coming out to play tonight and she’s here to collect a soul.
The dark has always been where I’m most comfortable. It holds all my demons and hides the most ugly part of me. I’ve always known my stepbrother was a piece of shit. He’s mad that a female got the spot he wanted but he’s not capableof running it. He would have ruined my father’s legacy and broken everything he had worked so hard for.
After beating the living shit out of him, it doesn’t surprise me he would turn his back and steal from us. He didn’t anticipate us finding out as quickly as we did. There’s no doubt Bianca is involved. She had all our business information while I was gone and access to my father’s business. She’s still in hiding and we have no idea where she is.
Tonight, I’m going to take everything from her. She took my father away from me. She poisoned him. What better way to break her by taking the life of her beloved son.
All the lights are off in Mike’s apartment giving us the perfect cover. Antonio has laid out plastic on the floor for easy clean up and he stands off to the side away from plain sight. Me, on the other hand, I sit cross-legged in an arm chair in the living room. As soon as he turns on the light, I want to see him go pale and shake with fear.
The sound of a lock clicks and the front door creaks open. Footsteps echo the quiet room and the door shuts behind him. The lights flip on and he throws his keys on the counter before he looks up. He freezes in place with eyes bulging out of his sockets. His chest heaves up and down, hands beginning to shake uncontrollably. He turns to run out the front room but runs right into Antonio.
“Hello, brother.” The tip of my mouth turns up.
Antonio shoves him forward and he falls hitting his face on the edge of the table. He’s then dragged by the collar to be positioned on the plastic spread across his living room floor.
“Celeste! W-what are you doing here? What’s going on?” he stutters, looking like he’s going to shit himself.
I’m dressed in black pants, black shirt, and boots. Gloves cover my hands making sure I don’t leave any fingerprints after I’m done. Picking up a photo of him and his motherfrom the shelf against the wall, I let it fall to the ground. The frame breaks along with the glass that protects the photo.
“The real question is, where have you been? How are the Albanians doing?”
He tries to get up from the floor, but a boot lands on his back pushing him back down. There’s a switch in his face, like he’s done hiding and is going to play with the big dogs. It makes me laugh because he’s aligning with the wrong side.
“How’re your drops going? Heard you’re missing some guns. You really thought that I would stay loyal to you after what you did to me? What have you done to my mother?” he snarls.
“Oh, someone is a little more bold tonight. I haven’t even touched you yet and you confessed.” I chuckle.
I pull a knife out from the strap wrapped around my leg and twirl it in my hand. I’ve always loved the feel of taking a life by a knife. I feel like a gun is too easy and a quick way out. I enjoy the prolonged agony. The screams, begging for it to end quickly, is music to my ears. Snot running down their face as they hyperventilate from the pain.
Antonio pulls one of the chairs to the plastic and yanks him up by the hair and slams him down. Mike tries to lunge forward but he’s forced back down. I bring the knife to his neck as my cousin works to tie him up.
“Your reign is going to end, sister. You should have died when you were in Rome” He spits at my feet.
Why do they always have to spit? That shit’s nasty and does nothing for them. I’m loving how his true colors are coming out. It solidifies why he’s going to die tonight. No one is going to miss him. Hell, there might be a party thrown and I’ll be happy to host.
Bringing the knife to his cheek, I slowly skate the tip, slicing a long cut to his ear. He howls and tries to jerk his headback. Blood trickles down, painting him red. What a pretty color.
“Tell me, who’s giving information about our drops? Your mother is nowhere to be found so we know it isn’t her.”
He goes to speak but thinks better of it and shuts his mouth. My cousin throws a punch to the side of his head, snapping it to the side. He turns back at me cackling with red stained teeth.
“Oh, sister, the ones who claim to be loyal to you and hold an alliance aren’t very loyal, are they? Can you feel your walls tumbling yet?” he teases as if this whole situation is funny.
I slam my knife into his leg without warning, making sure I hit a vital spot and yank it out just as quickly. His body thrashes causing his chair to almost tip. My blood boils with so much fury that my vision begins to blur.
“You have nothing, Celeste. Your mother’s dead, your poor father is dead. He never saw what was coming for him. Just know, the look on his face when he saw who did it was pure shock. Never expected his loving wife and son to take out someone so untouchable. The tears that rolled down his face until his last breath. He’ll be seeing you soon, darling.” He must know that he doesn’t have long because this is a true death wish.
