He wouldn’t do this to me. He would never get re-involved with the ones who had hurt me.
Dereck’s face contorted when he saw me, his head barely shaking in horror and disbelief.
“What are you doing here?” He wheezed it quietly like I might be the only one who could hear it.
“I…I came to…”
I couldn’t force out the words. Silas would be dead if I did, that was if I hadn’t already condemned them.
If I hadn’t already exposed them and what they had set out to do.
Because this was Kent Ellison. The man who had killed Silas’s mother had also nearly killed me.
They were one and the same.
How?
Regret and confusion spiraled through my senses.
Oh, God. What did I do? What did I do?
Kent Ellison smirked. Dark and foreboding. The grossest kind of wickedness.
“Always the little rescuer, aren’t you? But don’t worry your pretty face,” he tsked softly. “You didn’t disclose anything I didn’t already know.”
He suddenly whipped out a gun and put it to Dereck’s head.
I nearly bolted for my brother. Threw myself between him and the gun.
But I was frozen by terror.
“I already knew what your rat brother was up to, thinking he was going to get revenge on me for you when I had only rightfully taken payment for what he owed,” Kent sneered.
The blood drained from Dereck’s face, the same as it did from mine.
As I realized what my brother had gotten himself involved in.
More so, the why.
This was revenge. His current involvement with this monster was to avenge me.
And his intention had been discovered.
“He should have been grateful that I didn’t come back for you later and instead gave mercy and let you live,” Kent continued.
Horror and confusion spun.
A whirlwind.
“Did he really think I’d just accept him back? Give him the second chance he’d come begging for? I knew the whole fucking time what he was up to. I’m just very good at being patient.”
His demonic grin widened. “But I guess I should thank him for doing me the favor of bringing Silas and his MC to my door.”
The knot in my throat closed off oxygen.
Asphyxiating.
Oh God, no.
