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Meyah was fading, her eyes barely open.
“Meyah has a blood condition. Her blood doesn’t clot like it should.”
My heart skipped, and my stomach sank.
My head was spinning with this new information—information I should have known, that she should have told me or fucking anyone. This was a life or death thing, but the more I thought about it, the more I put the clues together.
There wasn’t enough time to ask questions. I could see the worry on Romeo’s face as he pressed hard to her leg with his palm.
A man moved up behind him. Pressing the barrel of a gun to his temple.
“Move away,” Isiah ordered, and Romeo turned to glare at him but pulled back, climbing to his feet with my old lady’s blood smeared across his palm. “Want to explain how you know this bit of information?”
“Because I actually do my fucking research when I see something I want. Unlike you,” Romeo hissed, staring Isiah directly in the eye.
The corner of Isiah’s mouth twitched, slowly pulling into a smile. “Romeo, Romeo,” he said with a grin, shaking his head as one of his men moved in and picked up Meyah off the sofa.
I observed as they carried Meyah around the room to where Isiah was standing.
With two men on either side of Romeo and one just behind me, all pulling their guns into their hands, I knew things were about to escalate a little quicker than we thought they were.
I just hoped everyone was ready.
“Eliza Visser. The county sheriff’s daughter. Your foster sister,” Isiah rambled on, with each word I could see Romeo’s face growing with anger. “When you walked in here with that photo, I knew she wasn’t for your friend. I wondered whether you’d come looking for her eventually. Which is why I kept her for myself because you know how I like to be one step ahead and have a card in my pocket.”
Romeo’s chest puffed up, and his breathing grew harder. “That’s called cheating,” he managed to growl out from between clenched teeth. “Where the fuck is she?”
Isiah chuckled softly and then sighed. “Do you know how broken she was when he delivered her to me? She’d already lived through hell. There was nothing I could do that would be any worse than what she’d already been through. No way to train her or scare her. She was basically an empty shell.”
“What the fuck did you do to her?” Romeo roared, throwing his body forward only to have a fist slammed into his gut and his body thrown back into the wall. Two men grabbed each of his arms and pinned him there. He was like a raging bull and Isiah had just waved a red flag in front of his face. He was distracted, he was going to lose his shit, and then everything was going to go to hell.
“Romeo! Stop,” I barked, hoping to gain his attention, to get him to remember that Meyah was thrown over some asshole’s shoulder, bleeding out on the wooden floor.
“I showed pity on her,” he answered with a shrug, looking down at his palm and dabbing at the wound. “I gave her a bottle of pills and a quiet room.”
Romeo roared. The sound a mixture of anger and pain as he fought the two men who had a hold on him. Slamming his fist into one of their noses, before plowing his entire body into the other and lifting him, throwing him across the room and into the bookcase on the other side before he turned and focused his deadly gaze on Isiah.
I took a step forward but was instantly met with the click of a gun at my side and gritted my teeth as I watched my brother lose his shit.
He stormed forward but froze when Isiah stepped to the side.
Kero was holding Meyah’s weak body in front of him, one arm holding her up while the other pressed a sparkling silver knife to her neck.
“I’m going to kill you,” Romeo promised, his eyes moving between Isiah and Meyah.
The man laughed. “You should be thanking me. I gave Eliza the freedom she’d been searching for. I allowed her to fly.”
“You have no fucking idea who you’re messing with,” Romeo drawled, standing a little taller as he began to regain control of his emotions and realized we had a plan, and that right now, it was to get Meyah to safety, then to bring Isiah in.
“I thought you were smarter than this, you know.” Isiah shook his head like a disappointed parent. “I thought you knew better than to show your hand too early. You walked in here with that photo, assuming I didn’t know the connection between you and our friend, the sheriff, but I’d heard rumors. Obviously, you’ve softened since you’ve been away from the city.”
“I thought you were smarter than this, too,” Romeo threw back and Isiah’s body instantly tensed.
The whirl of an alarm began to ring through the level, and I heard the distinct but distant sound of gunshots.
Isiah turned looking at me before looking back at Romeo.
My brother grinned. “And I thought you knew better than to think we would come in here without fucking backup.”
