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We entered together. I didn't let my gaze wander to the interior or the photographs. I couldn't do it. We reached the main rooms and then went to my uncle's study.
Luke stood beyond the door. I looked at Ethan, wondering if he saw the anger in my eyes. I turned around and pushed the door open.
Luke stood proud and domineering, with a vile aura that made it difficult for me to breathe easily. The window shades were rolled down, and hewas completely enveloped in darkness. I saw him first because I knew he'd be there, and he smiled at me as I led Ethan.
He was dressed in an expensive-looking white jacket underneath a large coat, with a pair of leather shoes with skulls on the tips. He appeared to be dressed for both the murder and the subsequent celebration, with his hair combed back. He looked the happiest I'd ever seen him.
Ethan stepped back. I noticed him reach for his gun. When he realized who it was, he put his hand to the side.
"Uncle Luke? What are you—" Ethan looked at me. "Vanessa?"
"Don't you think it's past time you paid for your sins?"
I watched Ethan's expression fade as he realized what was going on. He looked at me, but I averted my gaze. At this point, Luke reached into his large coat and pulled out a small gun. Ethan reached for his gun and pointed it at him, who only laughed.
"You sillyboy, I'm always one step ahead of you. I made an arrangement with your little girlfriend here."
Ethan cast a sidelong glance at me while keeping his gun trained on Luke.
"Go on," Luke mocked. "Try to shoot me. You simply cannot. Your gun has no bullets."
Ethan slowly lowered the gun. "Is this true?" he asked me.
"You deserve to die, Ethan. You killed my uncle." I sucked.
"So you betrayed me."
"You deservedit!" I exclaimed.
"I trusted you."
"Isn't that adorable?" Luke burst out laughing.
He drew his gun and aimed it at Ethan. I expected him to pull the trigger, but instead he pointed the gun at me.
My heart began to race. "Luke? Whatare you doing?"
"You really thought I'd let you live? Hell no. You'dspill once Tristan gets his hands on you. I can't let you live. Not after what your family has done to me. I'm going to murder you both, and when the cops arrive, they'll see a murder suicide." Luke's eyes gleamed with malice.
"You're insane," Ethan snarled.
"Poor Vanessa couldn't bear the thought of losing her uncle, so she decided to kill the man responsible, Ethan." Luke smiled. He looked at Ethan.
"Prepareto die!" Luke pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.
I gave a small grin.
"You think you're smarter than everyone else."
The expressions on Luke's face were priceless. He looked perplexed at first, then furious as he caught up. He clenched the pistol in his hand, as angry at the empty weapon as he was at me, but it didn't help him. I'd beaten him.
Westood there watching him, Ethan laughing. I knew hewas angry at his uncle, hurt by the betrayal, but he hid it, as men often do, by pretending to laugh.
Is this trueevil?I wondered as I stared at the cornered man, who frowned at the two of us. Even with Ethan by my side, Luke's quiet rage filled the room, casting doubt on me. Ethan, on the other hand, did not see it or know to be afraid of it.
Does he have a backup plan? Did he see right through me?These were my thoughts as I locked eyes with the man who had killed my uncle. His eyes were, without a doubt, murderous, and his target was no longer Ethan but me. I had crossed him, and I had no doubt about what he did to those who daredcrosshim. My uncle was sufficient proof.
Luke gripped the muzzle of the gun, ready to use it as a weapon if we attacked him.
At that moment, I realized he had no other plans. Luke Levine's only weapon against the two of us was an empty pistol.
I then pulled a loaded gun from my pocket. "Remember how I said I couldn't kill anyone? I lied."
