There was no way he’d be…her.
“You helped create a monster. You allowed Hugo to make you into this nightmare. I have zero sympathy for you. You burned us. You ratted out your friends.”
She was to the point.
The chill in her voice did nothing along the way of Greyson taking it easy on her either.
“I had a job to do. It wasn’t personal.”
He laughed.
“Like it wasn’t personal how you made ten cops’ murders look like what they weren’t? Not personal like that? Not personal to their wives, husbands, and family members?”
She said nothing.
“I’ve seen some bad people in my life, but I don’t believe for a single, solitary second that you have an iota of good in you. What kind of person plays mob wife, and doesn’t see it’s evil?”
Yeah, he wasn’t feeling sorry for her.
As he spoke, she said nothing.
What was there to say?
“I did some research on your life. You lived in a mansion. You had nice cars, and you had furs. You had everything. I’m betting you did this because you didn’t want to lose that life.”
Daphne didn’t argue.
Because he wasn’t wrong.
Only, he wasn’t right either.
“So, stop with the pity party. I’m not buying what you’re selling. You’re a piece of shit and deserve everything that happens to you.”
She needed to know.
“And what are you saying?”
He gave nothing away.
“I don’t want to see you ever again in my city. As far as I’m concerned, you can fuck all the way off. You’re a cop killer, and a piece of slime. Call your handler, and tell him to get you out of here, or I’m going to the media. I’ll burn you like you burned Ethan and Gene.”
She stood there and there were tears in her eyes.
“You made choices that you should have paid for, but you didn’t. Turning state’s evidence doesn’t buy you a pass with us. Gabe will cover for you more, but you won’t work in my office.Phillyis mine. I’ve cleaned it up, and I did that with the two men you burned. Your game nearly cost them their lives, and that is unforgivable.”
She moved toward the door.
“Move, or this won’t end how you like,” she stated, fearlessly.
He didn’t move.
“One day, you’ll pay for what you did, Daphne. It might not be from me, but it will happen. When you’re dirty, eventually, you meet the wrong side of a barrel.”
She stared at him emotionlessly like she’d stared at the dead cops and did what she needed to do.
To survive.
After his warning, when he moved his foot and opened the door, she walked through it.
