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I knocked on the open door. “Am I interrupting something?”
Ella’s head snapped to me, and her lips parted in shock. “What the fuck?”
I wanted to laugh but kept a straight face.
Luca would not be thrilled about this. He ordered Aiden and Sonny to get information out of Ella. Anything we could use against the Irish crime families. We could never have too much leverage over our associates.
“Dude,” Aiden groaned, his messy blond curls flopping onto his forehead. “Get the fuck out!”
I shook my head, a smirk tugging at my mouth. Sonny gave me a look that said,Please don’t tell Luca.
He left me no choice.
We didn’t keep secrets in our house.
Shaking my head, I closed the door.
The moaning started up again as I approached the door to my apartment. Even through the wood, I could smell the bleach. We had cleaned and disinfected the space so many times the stench penetrated every inch of the walls, floor, and ceiling.
Fire slid beneath my skin as I entered the apartment. It was my second home—where I could be myself without judgment.
The open concept floorplan had no furniture. A kitchen to my right where I kept my tools. Pliers, knives, scalpels, the usual cutting instruments. From the look of it, Luca replaced the flooring again. He’d had this space renovated at least a dozen times since high school.
You could still smell the bleach.
That would never go away.
I sat on the windowsill and stared down at the parking lot. A soft glow from the street lamp illuminated the dark street. The Ferrari was the only car in the lot.
Where the fuck did Sonny and Aiden park?
They were too fucking lazy to walk here. Sonny was the epitome of a rich snob and wouldn’t walk two feet. And he would never bring his driver here. Aiden refused to abuse any of the luxuries afforded by the Wellington fortune.
They were up to something.
Keeping secrets from the Knights.
Luca would get to the bottom of it.
I entered the kitchen and opened the first drawer, removing my favorite tools. Following my routine, I laid each of them on the counter in a row. Every serial killer had habits they couldn’t break.
This was mine.
I liked to organize each weapon, run my fingers across the cool metal, and carefully select my torture method. Depending on the person, I tried to inflict the most amount of pain. The worse their crimes, the worse the punishment. The sick fucks who did shit to women and children received a slow, agonizing death.
Midway through my ritual, my cell phone dinged with a new text message. I already knew it would be one of my brothers.
Luca:Where the fuck did you go?
Luca:Get home right fucking now.
Damian:I’m at the safe house.
Luca:If I have to drive over there, I will kill you myself.
Luca:Cole found Marcello and Drake. They’re alive.
Damian:I’m on my way home.
