My foot found the chair leg, kicked it to make it move, and he sucked in a breath, trying to pant through the pain.
“Dante. He told me his name was Dante.” His words strained with every breath.
I narrowed my eyes at him. Dante? That made no sense. He knew he was better off staying quiet after what I’d done to him. There’s no way he was stupid enough to start anything now.
I kicked the chair again, and he cried out. “Was anyone else involved?”
“I don’t remember. Please!”
“I suggest you start thinking. I’m not a patient man.”
“No … Please, I never saw anyone else’s faces,” he breathed out.
I stood there, gathering my thoughts for a moment. What the fuck was all this about? Everything had been running smoothly.
“Anything else?” I asked.
“No, I promise that was it.”
“Thank you.” I patted him on the shoulder.
“You’re not going to kill me? I’ve told you everything I know.”
Of course I was going to kill him.
I swung the bat, and it connected with the side of his skull, the impact like a crack of thunder in the night sky. I’d barely adjusted my grip on the bat before his body went limp. No words came from him; his body was lifeless. Blood splattered up the back of the wall, deep red droplets falling to the floor around him, crimson spreading through his shirt collar.
I looked over at the dead man in front of me. I never thought I’d be back here again, but it felt oddly right.
25
Sebastian
The pile on my desk was getting more unwieldy by the day.
I swear, Caspian came in here when I wasn’t around and just shoved files on top of it. I needed to get through it. To get back on top of everything. I couldn’t allow myself to forget I had responsibilities here. I never thought I’d feel this overwhelmed. I didn’t even have time to go to the barber, and I knew I wasn’t taking care of myself properly. Some nights I didn’t eat, because by the time I got home it was so late, I just wanted to get into bed and sleep.
I was exhausted, and it was starting to take its toll on my body.
“Sebastian?”
I looked up as Aria slowly and quietly closed the door, creeping over to me.
“Have you gone rogue and turned into a secret agent?” I joked.
“There’s a man out there asking to see you. I asked if he had an appointment, but he said he didn’t need one.”
I screwed up my face and stood from my chair. “Does he have a name?”
“Mr Zebari.”
“Soran?” I questioned.
“Yes, that was it.”
Fuck. What was he doing here?
“It’s fine, you can let him in, but can you clear my schedule for the next hour, please?”
