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Chapter 13
Kincaid~
After pushing the hurt aside and letting logic take over again, I had managed to talk the guys out of coming here with me. While I appreciated their support, there was no need for them to get dirty if they didn’t have to. There was more at stake for them now, so it was pointless to drag them into this any further when they were never supposed to have known about this at all. The plan had always been for me to do this alone, despite Saxton’s help.
I knocked on the door, then waited only a few seconds before Alexander was opening the door. He wasn’t quick enough to hide his surprise, nor was he quick enough to stop me from pushing my way past him and into his hotel room.
“Come on in,” he remarked sarcastically.
Ignoring him, I made my way towards the sitting room of the suite and sat down in the same spot where I had threatened Alexander with the knife the last time I’d been here. I patted the cushion next to me and said, “Have a seat, Alexander.”
He shut the door, then did as I instructed. I wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or resignation, but as long as he listened to what the fuck I was saying, I’d take it. I was done fucking around, and it was time to make progress.
“And what can I help you with, Ms. Black,” he said drolly, annoyance dripping from every word.
Reaching in my bag, I pulled out the infamous folder on Alexander and Donald Remington-all copies of course-then tossed it on the table next to us. Leaning back on the couch, I said, “It’s what I can help you with, Alexander.”
He eyed me as he reached for the folder, and if I were a true asshole, I’d have my phone out to record his expression when he sees what’s in there. However, I wasn’t here for cheap thrills. Watching Alexander shit his pants wasn’t my idea of a good time.
Leaning back, I watched as his face turned red with anger, shame, and all other kinds of emotions, his eyes wide, his fingers sifting through the pages and pictures in rapid succession. He kept flipping through everything as if the images were going to change, as if the contents would disappear. His secret was out, and he was desperately trying to figure out how.
When his eyes finally looked up to meet mine, I could see that he was visibly trembling. “What is this? How…how…”
I arched a brow. “Seriously?”
He shuts the folder with more force than necessary since it’s a simple manila folder, but it was understandable. The man’s whole world was about to fall apart if he didn’t play ball.
“I know you think that I’m low on The Order’s totem pole, Ms. Black, but I am not,” he seethed. “I’m also not stupid. I know how to cover my tracks.”
My head tilted to the side a bit. “That’s your problem, Alexander. You keep letting your ego underestimate me. You think because you’ve reached the ripe old age of thirty and have been in the organization for years that you’re smarter than we are. Well, I’ve got news for you, bud. You’re not.”
“We? So, the men are helping you with your little revenge plot?” he asked.
I leaned back, ready to protect everyone at all costs. “I was referring to that mess with August,” I replied. “From the beginning, you’ve been underestimating Saxton, Stone, Ross, and Fox.” He bristled at the truth, but I didn’t care.
“So, what’s the plan? I help you or you expose…my situation?”
“Your situation?” I smirked. “Well, that’s one way to phrase it.”
“Cut the shit, Ms. Black,” he snapped. “What is it that you want?”
I sat up, a sinister smile playing on my lips. “Well, before there was only door number one, Alexander. Now, I’m giving you the option to choose what’s behind door number two,” I replied like an asshole. “Tell me everything that you know about my brother’s death, or I will bring you down in the most epic way. In a way so disastrous that even The Order will wish they’d never heard your name.”
“Do you think I’m stupid?” he hissed. “Do you honestly think I’m foolish enough to believe that I’ll get out of any of this unscathed?” His face was red enough that I feared he might have a heart attack. “I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.”
I put my finger up to my lips in a mocking gesture of thought. After tapping my lips a couple of times, I said. “True. However, it’s really all a question of if you want your entire existence to go up in flames or if you can withstand a little…singe on your person.”
“What does that mean?”
I sat up straight, then laid all my cards on the table. “Tell me what you know, and I’ll only destroy you. If you don’t, then I will set your entire family on fire with the truth about what you really are. By the time I’m done dragging your name through the mud, your wife will put a razor to her wrists and your children will never be able to show their faces in public again.” I could feel my body heat with unspent anger, but I was okay with that. I was comfortable with that. I’ve been angry a long time. “Even your parents won’t be spared. I won’t stop until every member on both sides of your family all but hang themselves.”
“You are truly vile, Ms. Black,” he spat.
“Vile?” I actually laughed at that. “Says the man who helped cover up a murder, if not a murderer himself, but who also happens to be cheating on his wife with another man. Let’s ask your wife who she thinks is the vilest out of us, yeah? Because no woman wants to be cheated on, but to find out that her husband is not even close to the man that she thought she fell in love with? Yeah, go fuck yourself, Alexander.”
He didn’t say anything for a long while, but I didn’t mind. I had nowhere to be, and I had no problem giving him time to accept his fate. After all, he was right; he was damned either way. If he had a hand in covering up my brother’s murder, there’d be no saving him from me. However, if he didn’t help me, he was in for a world of hurt. It was the size of the sinking ship that he was deciding right now. If he helped me, it’d be a small canoe. If he didn’t help me, it’d be like the sinking of the Titanic with him, his entire family, and August’s family, all scrambling onboard, trying to save themselves.
When Alexander finally spoke, all it did was fire me up again. “It was an accid-”
