Regina unwraps herself from me, leaning against the bed to speak. “It feels weird. I’m so desperate to go speak to her, but at the same time, I don’t want to scare her.”
I nod. She’s likely traumatised; she’ll need help and support to get her back to where she once was.
Look at how long it took Regina and I to find our new normal, and we only endured that horror for a fraction of time.
“We’ll wait until the doctor comes and speak to her,” I say.
She lets out a breath. “They should be here by the morning. Shona contacted someone we could trust.”
The word trust makes me wince. I don’t think I could trust anyone outside of my safe circle again after tonight.
A jarring thought spears through me, and I jump up to my feet. “Fuck, Gina. We need to contact the girls at Egnever—”
“Already sorting it.” She smiles at me, rising to her feet. “The minute Saint said they’d outed us, I got to work on the fail safe. I’ve decommissioned our site and sent emails to take our company off the register. I sent the girls a ‘severance’ package.”
The breath I was holding during her words eases out of me. “Did you tell them to leave?”
“Yeah, I didn’t want to disturb you when I heard you in the shower. Dawson suggested we use the app and just tell them a half-truth. The girls are smart; they’ll put two and two together and realise it was us who got rid of their abusers.”
My eyes flutter shut.
It’s not how we would have wanted it, but in all honestly, we never really thought it would get to a dangerous point like this. We’ve worked hard to keep those girls safe; they don’t need our revenge plan to whip its tail on them.
“No one’s replied yet. They’re likely sleeping like normal people.” Her lips flicker up at the sides. “He’s going to come with me to make sure they’ve taken our advice.”
My shoulders snap taut. “Gina, that’s risky.”
She shakes her head, walking over to sit on the edge of my bed. “Well, Miss Risk Taker, you’ve done most of the leg work in our gig. Now, it’s my turn. It’s better if it’s Dawson and I that go—your face is likely the biggest target, especially with Saint. We’ll have a group of their people with us, should only take a couple days. Besides, we’re only making sure they have actually left. If I need to talk to them…I will.”
My feet lead me over to her, plopping me down beside her. “I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, Gina, but I really, really don’t fucking like this.”
I glance up at her, and she rolls her eyes at me, causing a lopsided smile to tilt on my face. The closest thing to appear within me since I locked eyes with my sibling during the event.
She huffs a laugh. “Mocking my earlier words, how observant of you. At least this time we have a bunch of tactically trained maniacs looking over our backs. It’s not just the two of us anymore.”
A sigh forces itself from me, and I rub my forehead with my fingers, trying to soothe the ache from the tornado of feelings that’s taken over my body, and the pounding headache from my tears.
“As long as Dawson knows I’ll fuck him up if you don’t get back here.”
She nudges my shoulder with hers. “I’ll be fine. He’s promised to keep me safe.”
My throat works down a gulp, and I shift my gaze from her to stare at the wall. “Did they tell you who we saw on stage?”
The names and faces of the hierarchy are still burning hot in the back of my retinas, something I’ll likely never forget.
“I missed that part; I was too stunned at seeing Jenna being wheeled away and actually alive.”
I cock my head, glancing down at my hands, palms sliding backwards and forwards as I think of the new additions to my kill list.
Each name tastes like venom as they pour from my lips.
Judge Montgomery
Conrad Montgomery
George Montgomery
Barry Kensington
