His brows furrow gently. “I’m afraid I don’t.”
I take out the gun, and though his gaze flicks to it, he doesn’t flinch. I flick off the safety. “But I bet you remember her.”
Realization dawns, but he doesn’t pale or cower as he should. A slow, maniacal grin spreads across his face. “Lina?”
I swallow, the sound of my old name, the person I left behind, sending a slither of anxiety down my spine. “Bingo.”
“No fucking way,” he breathes. “You grew up verynicely. A true ugly duckling story. If I remember rightly, Ava was always the pretty one.”
Was.
Because of him.
I raise the gun, grateful that my body doesn’t tremble in his presence, because memories are splintering, infiltrating my calm.
Ava smiling. Ava laughing. Ava being taken from me.
Seth laughs. “Oh, Lina, really? Is this why you’ve reappeared? Come to slay the big bad wolf?”
“Come to slay all of you,” I whisper. “You just came up on my radar first.”
His bravado falters somewhat, and he glances at his beer. “I haven’t seen my brothers in months. Why do you think I have zero security?” He takes a swig of his drink. “Apparently I failed them.”
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”
He chews his bottom lip, his cockiness slipping away. “You have no idea what it was like growing up in that house.”
No, I don’t. For parents to create such monsters, I can only imagine what they went through. Of the seven Sinclair children, every single one has taken a life. I may have struggled to find them, but I’ve followed their journey, the Sinclair Siblings tearing their way through states and defenseless women. They’re not human. Not a single one of them.
But he won’t find sympathy in me.
“I don’t give a shit.”
I fire twice in his chest. He blinks, looking down at his shirt. Blood spreads across the once-white material, and it’s so pretty that I allow myself to admire him in the same way I admired the view.
Stepping forward, I fire again in his gut.
Not once does he stand or try to stop me.
His arrogance killed him quicker than the bullets.
Leaning over him, I grip his chin, and I’m grateful he’s alive long enough to hear what I say.
“Your brothers will be joining you in hell.”
Chapter 6
Guy
I’m not even paying attention to the channels I’m flicking through, but regardless, I keep pressing the button. Pictures flash by, seconds of sound, but I don’t stop. I need something to occupy my hands.
It’s almost six and Monty still isn’t back.
At first, I thought she’d left for good while I was at the grocery store, but a quick check of her room revealed her suitcases still unpacked. It isn’t like I can call her, I don’t even have her number, and Gable would find it strange as hell if I randomly asked for it.
So, I paced. I worked out until my muscles burned. I cooked. I cleaned. I ate what I cooked and saved a plate for her.
Now I’m taking my annoyance out on the TV remote.
