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The only thing pulling me away from her lips is Anne walking past us.
I watch as she kneels in front of her husband, or ex-husband, and pulls out the knife, then glares at me.
Is she planning something? Because it will only end badly for her if she tries.
She stands up and wipes the knife on her dress, then slowly makes her way toward me. “Let’s end this bloodshed.”
My eyes narrow. “I’m listening.”
“Leave our family in peace, and we will do the same to you and yours,” she says, glancing at Aurora. “I won’t hold anything against you.” Then she looks at me. “You are free.”
It’s the one sentence I always wanted to hear, but I always expected it to come from his mouth, not his wife’s. A fitting fate for a man hell-bent on destroying everything in his path. Even the people he used to love.
“You have my word,” she says, and she holds out the knife to me like it’s some kind of fig leaf.
I take it and slip it back into my pocket. “The word of a De Vos means nothing.”
“I have nothing left to give,” she says, swallowing away her tears. “My husband is already dead, along with each one of his guards. You made sure of that.”
The bitterness is hard to miss.
She takes a deep breath and briefly glances at her son. “But I’m willing to take my stride in defeat. As long as my son lives and thrives.”
My nostrils flare. “Your son is a better man than your husband ever was.”
Her face tightens. “I know.” She licks her lips and looks at Aurora. “I’m sorry. I did not want any of this. But it was impossible to say no to him.”
Aurora’s still hiding in my arms, her body still shivering from the ordeal, but also because of the thin fabrics they made her wear. She nods softly, and Anne smiles gently.
“Killing my husband was the hardest thing I have ever done,” she says, lifting her head. “But it was the right decision.” She looks over at her son. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”
Luca casually runs his bloodied fingers through his hair and strolls inside, tucking his gun back into his pocket. “Dad was done for anyway. Fucking cancer.”
The bloodied coughs into the napkins … that explains it.
“He tried to pull the company with him,” Anne mutters at her son. “But it’s over now.”
“Damn right it is,” Luca says, as he marches over to his dad and actually plants a foot on top of his corpse. “You piece of shit just couldn’t stop fucking with people, could you?” He kicks him a few times. “Even after I’d already taken most of your company, you just had to be a fucking asshole until your last. Fucking. Breath.”
With every word, he adds another kick.
Damn, that guy really hates his father.
“Hello …?” A squeaky whisper from the corner of the room draws everyone’s attention.
Blom’s still stuck in that chair, covered in piss and gunpowder as he lies sideways on the floor.
“Help, please,” he mutters even though all of us are looking at him like we want to roast him alive.
Luca snorts. “Yeah, no thanks.”
“Luca, let’s go. There are many things we need to arrange, like a cleanup crew and a funeral.”
Luca glances at me. “I will honor the deal we made.”
I nod at him.
“No!” Blom suddenly squeaks. “Not my money. My bank account.”
