Louisa stays quiet for a second. The sound of a door closing over sounds in the background. “She killed my husband in front of me. That was all the proof I needed.”
The first smirk I’ve had since this whole ordeal graces my face, and I bet it could rival them all.
My fucking girl.
She’s fighting.
“I would offer condolences, but you reap what you sow, Louisa. Karma always comes back to bite you in the ass. Yours just happens to be in the form of Indie.”
“My sister—”
I bark a laugh. “Some fucking audacity still addressing her as family. You mean nothing to her. I’m sure she’s already told you that by now.”
My jaw grinds, and I place the cell on the desk in front of me, before I crack it and lose all my communication with her.
Dawson arrives right on time, laptop in hand with Regina by his side. He slides a cable into my phone on the desk, taking a seat, and he quietly taps on the laptop keys.
Louisa scoffs down the phone. “Please. If you think I’m beside myself over that comment, you’re sadly mistaken.”
Regina flinches, glaring down at the phone, and then to me. She’s only heard of what we’ve told her about Louisa. Now, she’s getting a front-row seat to her true evilness.
I shake my head, pressing a finger against my lips.
I don’t know what fucking sorcery Dawson needs to pull, but the longer I keep her on the line, the better our chances are for confirming where Louisa is, and if she’s with Indie.
Cracking my knuckles, I watch him as he gets to work. “Underestimating yoursisterwill be the biggest mistake any of you ever make. You should be fearing for your fucking life. I’m sure she took it easy on Barry.”
Louisa clears her throat. “Killing people when she’s in our holding doesn’t help her case, Saint. I can’t control what will happen to her if she keeps it up.”
Dawson snaps his eyes up at me, and the same thought passes between us. “So you’re with her?”
There’s a pause.
“I know where she is. I’m the one who spoke to her before she decided to act like an animal.”
My laugh is nothing short of evil. “Bet that was a real eye opener for you. Two siblings working against each other.”
“I don’t have time for your games, Saint.”
My hands slap the wooden desk at either side of the phone, rattling it and the laptop. “Well I do, Louisa. And you’re right, it ismyfucking game you’re playing. You tell me where she is, and I might lessen the need to peel you out of your fucking skin and keep it as a trophy.”
Louisa laughs, but it’s weak.
I know I’ve got her.
“Threats won’t serve you well either,” she sneers.
“And why is that?”
She clears her throat, a crackle breaking through the speaker, and then her voice drops tauntingly low. “I think you know.”
My lids flutter closed.
The red mist soars behind my eyes. “You vicious little bitch. If you lay a single fucking hand on her.”
I can’t fucking believe I told Indie her sister might have been a product of Barry’s environment, that he had her under his control. This snake is shedding its skin in record time.
“It’s not me you need to worry about, Saint. I left Indie over an hour ago—”
