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He turns to leave. Lucy rises from her chair to follow him out, nodding politely as she passes us by.
I step behind Lilah’s chair and lay my hands on her shoulders. “You still in there, love?” I ask, massaging her neck.
Lilah turns her head up. “I think so…” She forces a smile. “So, Boxcar owes you a favor?”
“He does.”
Her eyes tilt with curiosity. “Why?”
I wince. “Oddly enough, I promised to look the other way and not hunt down Fox Fitzpatrick…”
She laughs. “Whoops.”
I pinch her chin. “You let me worry about Sparky. He’ll help. His wife might not like it, but… he can be reasoned with.”
Lilah’s right eye twitches with the mention of Caleb Fawn. “Hrmm…”
I smirk. “Don’t worry. We’ll keep them all out of reach of baseball bats.”
Her jaw drops as Dante returns to the room.
“Come on,” he says, walking straight through toward the front door. “We need to find something heavy.”
Lilah swallows her retort and stands up to follow him outside. I stay close but when we reach the door, she turns to look at me.
“You can stay here if you want,” she says. “You don’t have to watch.”
“Watch what?”
She looks out the front door at the black sedan.
Chapter 25
Lilah
I pull Enzo toward the dock by a chain attached to handcuffs on his wrists.
He stumbles on the uneven terrain, constantly twisting his neck around to watch as Dante, Lucy, and Archer follow us down to the water’s edge. When we reach the end of the dock, I keep a tight grip on the chain and drop him to his knees.
Enzo cries out as he crashes against the wood, but he quickly falls silent the moment Dante sets the cement block down in front of him.
“What’s this?” he asks, his voice shaking.
“It’s your atonement, Enzo,” I say, wrapping the chain around the block. “Got any last words?”
Enzo twitches wildly, looking back and forth from our faces to the deep lake behind him. “Now, hold on a minute. We can work something out here.”
“Pass.” I lock the chain in place and take a step back.
“Oh… you Hart bastards,” he seethes. “Every one of ya a bunch of hypocrites. What makes your sins any better than mine, eh? Or Marty’s?”
I look at Dante and he stares back at me. The answer to that is absolutely nothing. Either one of us could be in the same position as Enzo right now and the cosmic scales wouldn’t budge an inch.
Doesn’t change a goddamn thing.
Enzo huffs a little louder. “You kill my brother, I kill yours. We’re even. Let me go!”
“Are we?” Dante growls. “Are we even, Enzo?”
