Despite the fear churning in my gut, I cracked a smile. “Okay, I’mnotgiving you those details.”
“Oh, come on, you’re no fun!” Cordi rolled to a stop at the red light and flipped through her music playlist. “At least tell me something... Is it true he does this thing with his tongue?—”
“Cordi!” I shrieked.
She giggled. “What? I can totally keep a secret.”
Brilliant lights streaked toward us, catching in the corner of my eye. I turned—too late—and blinding headlights swallowed my vision.
A scream ripped from my throat just as the car slammed into us, metal crushing inward on my side with a deafening, bone-rattling impact.
CHAPTER 47
DEVIL IN DISGUISE
Killian
The gun warmed against my skin, tucked away in the back of my jeans as I crept through the castle of a house in search of a monster. My heart pounded like the strike of thoroughbred hooves in a horse race, my breaths coming in quick pants. They were quiet, though, as were my footsteps. I knew how to sneak into a place undetected.
After all, I was taught by the best.
Which made me question my motives for being there in the first place. Could I really kill my stepfather?
My hands curled into fists as images of that video replayed through my mind. The fear in Lexi’s eyes had punched a gaping hole in my chest. I wasn’t sure it would ever close.
Yes, I could kill that motherfucker.
But that was a last resort. Honestly, I had no fucking clue how this would end.
Was I completely delusional to think I could deal with Stan without repercussions from the brotherhood?
Probably.
What choices did I have? I couldn’t let him get away with hurting Lexi. Never again.
The faint melodies of Beethoven drifted down the long, dark stretch of hallway leading to his study. Stan was at his summer home while Bass was probably back at the Sigma Delta house, licking his wounds from the beating I gave him.
Fire ignited in my veins at knowing he’d likely gotten off on watching that horrible moment in Lexi’s life. Bass was as sick as his father.
I tiptoed over the plush carpet runner and slipped into Stan’s study, the roaring fire on the left creating a dim, ominous glow across the slick wood and leather furnishings. The familiar pungent scent of cigars perfumed the air.
Moonlight outlined him as he stood in front of the window, gazing at the view of the dark ocean beyond the cliffs in the distance. Just the sight of him after witnessing him destroy Lexi’s innocence poured rage through my system. The desire to beat him to death with my bare hands burned deep within me.
My stepfather didn’t even notice me as I stepped up beside his massive desk, arms crossed over my chest. I held off on reaching for the gun–for now.
“How many girls have you ruined?”
My low, deadly tone must have startled him.
His head jerked around, his brow creasing at my unexpected appearance. “Killian? What are you doing here?” He angled toward me, his expensive Italian suit still perfectly pressed. “After the incident with your brother, you should be taking this time to reflect on your recent choices and?—”
“How many girls have you ruined?” I repeated through clenched teeth.
“What are you talking about?” Stan smoothed his hand over his combed blonde hair, the moonlight glinting off the silver strands threading his temples.
He didn’t appear the least bit ruffled, meanwhile I was a completely different story. My heart threatened to burst at any moment, and fine tremors rippled through my tense muscles.
“Are there others like Jocelyn Douglass? Did you assault her and then kill her?”
