Xavier’s nostrils flare. “I don’t trust that motherfucker.”
“Likewise,” Atreus muses, as he leans against a table.
“Let me have him,” Xavier says.
“And then what? What are you going to achieve?”
“Revenge.” Xavier smashes his fist into his own hand.
“It won’t bring her back,” I say.
There’s so much pain in his eyes, and I recognize all too well what that feels like, how it rips your soul apart.
“Killing him won’t bring her back to you,” I say. “But if we work together…”
“No one said anything about working together,” Atreus scoffs. “I work alone.”
“Yeah, we can see that,” Xavier retorts, making a face.
Atreus ignores him as he grumbles to himself, then turns around and snatches a bag and papers off the floor.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“The guy dropped this when he fled. I presume he meant to pilfer them from this place,” Atreus mumbles as he goes through them one by one.
“What is this place anyway?” Xavier asks.
“It fronts as a hospital,” Atreus answers stoically.
My brows draw together. “Fronts?”
Atreus pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. “Do you honestly believe anyone treated here was better off than when they came in?”
My eyes flicker with interest.
He’s talking about illegal stuff.
And the only ones participating in that kind of underground shit in this city are the Bones Brotherhood.
The exact same types of guys Sunny was hunting.
My skin begins to prick. “Organ harvesters.”
The room suddenly drops ten degrees.
“She knew them,” Xavier says.
Atreus nods. “Not just Samuel. All of the fuckers on her list. They’re all connected.”
“What’s the ex have to do with this?” I ask.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” he says, reading the notes like he’s completely unbothered by our presence.
Xavier grinds his teeth, visibly irritated, before suddenly charging at him to snatch the papers right from underneath his nose. “Let me see that.”
Xavier filters through the papers while strolling around the room.
“Give that back!” Atreus barks, following him in circles.
