He just throws me a weird look.
“I went inside the venue and calmed some guests who got suspicious after José didn’t come back, and there was a lot of noise,” he whispers back. “Otherwise, they would’ve found us.”
Hmm. Guess he was more helpful than I thought.
“Thanks,” I reply.
“No need. I fucked up before. Had to make up for my mistake.”
The doors to the courtroom open, and Sunny’s mother clears her throat. “It’s time.”
The momentshe’s brought into the room by the guards while in chains feels unreal. Everyone’s looking at her and taking pictures like she’s some wild animal they caught.
They don’t realize how valuable she is, how special. And how much it would hurt this world if they locked her away.
She cleaned this precious soil of the filth that tried to run all over it. They should be grateful she took care of their dirty work.
“Where the hell is Atreus?” Xavier hisses at me.
I rub my lips together to try to stave off the nerves. “I don’t know.”
“He said he’d fucking help!” he whisper-yells.
Right before she’s scheduled to go on the stand, Atreus suddenly enters the courtroom with none other than José Martínez, who casually strolls toward the front, while Atreus winks as he passes us.
What the hell is going on?
Both the defense and the prosecutors approach the judge, and there are some heavy talks, before both return to their seats.
“Very well. I’ll allow for Mr. José Martínez to take the stand first.”
The man saunters toward his seat and flops down, sighing out loud, as he looks over the courtroom before settling his eyes on Atreus, who nods at him.
“I am here because I wish to confess the murders of Mike Smith, Carlo Ferreira, Paul Lockley, Jimmy Farrell, Perry Jones, and Bob Eizenheimer.”
And the entire room erupts into audible gasps, me included.
CHAPTER 47
Xavier
Everyone’s hangingon José’s lips. “I forced Sunny Reed to kiss the men in question after I butchered them in front of her.”
I can’t believe what’s happening right now.
“And I threatened both her and her loved ones if she did not comply.”
“What about Bob Eizenheimer?” the prosecution asks.
“Bob tried to arrest me. I stopped him.”
“Mr. Martínez, why are you doing this?” the judge asks.
“Because she refuses to love me, even now. And I am tired of these games.”
More gasps follow, and Sunny just stares at him with furrowed brows.
Is she in on this?
