I really fucking hope Monty gets my message loud and clear, because I’m coming for him. Really fucking soon.
CHAPTER 27
LILY
It’s the sound of Asher leaving my bedroom that stirs me awake. I can’t believe I was actually able to fall asleep after everything that happened, but Asher’s arms are like a cloud of safety and contentment.
Utterly addictive.
So when that security blanket disappears, I’m wide awake.
I’m also angry. Furious. Not at Asher. He’s done nothing wrong. But Alexander is at the top of my shit list, and if I’m being honest, I’m angry at myself, too.
I should’ve told the twins the moment I found out about Melanie. They deserved to know. For some reason I didn’t think it was my secret to tell, but now I see that wasn’t right at all.
The moment I found out about her, it became my problem because her existence affects my boys, and anything that affects them, affects me.
I should’ve told them, damn it.
Unfortunately, I know all too well that I can’t change the past. Only have a say in what happens in the future, and I’m going to make damn sure the twins aren’t lied to anymore.
But now I’m lying to myself. I can’t tell them about my family. One of the biggest organised crime families in Australia. I can’t tell them about the Crimson Angel, and how I learnt how to kill when I was young.
I can’t tell them or anyone else.
Ugh! I could scream right now!
The urge to kill is coursing through my veins, so I open the dark web app I use to communicate with Barrett about jobs.
He’s sent me some intel, which is surprising since he wanted me to lie low. But he knows how important it is to find the MacKenzie brothers.
The intel is a lead to an ex-employee who used to clean for the MacKenzie brothers before they went off the grid.
I contemplate if sneaking out is the best option here. Asher might come back. Maybe he’s gone to the toilet or something, but the moment that thought crosses my mind, I hear a noise outside.
Darting to my window, worried I’m about to have another hit make themselves known, I peek through the blinds to see the shadow of a man pushing Asher’s motorbike down the driveway. Letting my sight adjust to the night beyond my window, I take in the familiar figure, realising it’s Asher.
Where is he sneaking off to?
Maybe he’s going to see the twins and didn’t want to wake me.
My chest tightens at the thought of my boys tonight. How angry they were with me. How I think I even saw hate in their eyes. Like the real kind of hate that destroys souls.
Shit.
I spin from the window, knowing only one thing will help me get this anger from my system, so I throw on some clothes and quietly leave my house.
I have no idea where Asher went, but I can’t think of him right now. The best thing for him is if I get this anger out of me so I don’t point it towards him.
I drive to my warehouse, sneaking in through the dark entrance and making my way to the vault. It’s a metal room that has all my goodies in it. Like my supply of black latex suits, weapons, tools, and items required to make bodies disappear without a trace.
Once I get changed, I take the car I keep inside the warehouse and drive across town to the lesser neighbourhood wherecarrying a gun is advisable if you have the means to get your hands on one.
I park two streets over, weaving through the yards of properties instead of taking the path. If anyone sees a woman walking up the road in an outfit suitable for Catwoman, they get noticed, but unfortunately, it’s essential to keep other people’s DNA off me since things tend to get messy.
I climb over the back fence of the property my target resides in, the yard easy to navigate because it’s basically grass and dirt with a fence around it. People in this neighbourhood don’t spend money on landscaping, and the houses are so close together that there’s barely a metre between the two structures.
It’s a little annoying as there’s more chance of someone hearing the cries of my victim, but since there’s already the heavy beat of music coming from a number of houses, it won’t hurt to add more to it.
