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I cry so hard I can’t catch my breath. I cry for my brother and my mom, for the sister I never knew. But mostly, I cry because this is the end of us. I love Vice and hate that I do because there is no coming back from this for us. There is no version of us that can survive the aftermath.
My head throbs by the time I have my crying under control.
When the door opens, I jump, surprised to see Turner in the doorway. His mouth goes wide when he sees me.
“Please, you have to get me out of here.”
“Hold on.”
I swallow as he disappears, coming back with a key for the cuffs. Once I’m free, I hurry to the bathroom and throw up again. I brush my teeth and wash the makeup and tears from my face.
When I return to the bedroom, Turner is still there, wringing his hands. “Vice took Isaac and Conner with him. Miles is checking a glitch with the cameras near the rear gate. If you want to leave undetected, it needs to be soon.”
I nod, kicking off the stupid heels and slipping on jeans. I yank the dress over my head, not caring that Turner is watching me. I pull on a sweatshirt and shove my feet into a pair of sneakers.
“I’m ready. My gun, keys, and phone are with my bag downstairs.”
“Quick, let’s go.”
“Thank you for helping me, Turner,” I tell him softly as I follow him down, knowing I’m not his favorite person.
There is a little pink dick on the end of the banister. I pick it up and shove it in my pocket as it sinks in. I’m not just leaving Vice, but the guys too—men who have become like family to me.
I walk into the dining room and stop when Turner moves aside, and I see Aldo standing there with a gun pointed at me.
“About fucking time,” he snaps at Turner.
I turn to look at Turner, but he flushes and looks away.
“What did you do?” I whisper.
“What I had to.”
“You traitor. Vice will kill you.”
“You were arguing. He’ll think you left. He won’t know I was involved. I’m doing this for him. He deserves so much better than you.”
“What, like you?” I spit.
“Touching as this is, we need to go,” Aldo orders.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Oh, you are, even if I have to shoot you in both knees and carry you out myself.”
He aims the gun at my kneecap, and I know he’s sick enough to do it.
“Fine.”
“Check her pockets,” he tells Turner.
“I just watched her get dressed. She has nothing on her. Her gun and phone are on the table over there with her bag.”
I eye my gun and consider running for it, but Aldo must know what I’m thinking because he cocks his gun.
“Move.”
I walk forward as he keeps himself between the table and me. Once I’m within reach, I decide to risk it. It might be the only chance I get. I ready myself to sweep his legs out from under him when something hits me on the back of the head, and everything goes dark.
