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"I can help you," Kravitz said, his voice steady. "Just tell me what's going on."
"I can't," I said, feeling tears slide down my cheeks. "I wish I could."
Kravitz's eyes flickered to the gun on the ground, and then back to me. "I won't make this easy for you," he said, and then he lunged for the gun.
I moved quickly, grabbing the gun and aiming it at him. He froze, his eyes wide with shock. "I'm sorry," I said again.
Before he had the chance to respond, I whipped the gun across his temple. The crack of the gun across his head seemed to echo through the night air.
I watched as Kravitz's body crumpled to the ground. My stomach squeezed as if I were going to puke.
We had to get out of here before whoever else lived in this house came to investigate.
I couldn't take anyone else's life tonight.
We buried him alive, but after I took the video of him, we sedated him. He would just…sleep. And he would sleep forever.
11
AURORA
It was time to go on the offensive. One thing the Demon had taught me was the importance of only having one enemy at a time.
That’s how he’d finally been caught after all, whenIbecame a second enemy.
We were all seated around a table in the suite. Cain was leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You know this is my kind of fun."
Remy raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Spoken like a true psychopath."
“Remy, you’re the only psychopath I see since you’ve been dangling whatever the fuck you found for the entire day,” snapped Stellan as he fiddled with a pen. There were dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep we’d been getting.
I’m sure I looked the same way.
Victor’s face had been haunting me.
And Paxton’s absence was like a sharp knife in my chest.
Remy stared around at all of us. He was the one who didn’t seem to actually need sleep to survive. His gaze stopped on the empty chair next to me, a hole that all of us felt deeply.
“Right, ok, so ole Pops—”
“Pops?” Cain drawled.
“Papa? Yes Man? Daddy Popkins? Give me feedback because I’m workshopping titles at the moment.”
“Remy!” Stellan threw his cup at him and Remington ducked.
“Okay, okay. Geez. Alright. So I was talking to one of my contacts, and apparently Cain’s dad just recently entered into a partnership with a cartel that’s been growing like a weed in the South. The contract calls for a certain amount of guns, but Daddy got a little greedy and has decided it makes sense to deliver them all at once to finish the deal. The head of the cartel is supposedly a huge nut job and is known for gutting his partners. Apparently Daddy-O didn’t do his research on this one and just wants the deal to be over.”
“So we intercept the delivery,” Cain said, leaning forward, a bloodthirsty glint in his gaze.
Remington looked really proud of himself. “Oh, we not only intercept the delivery, we also make some new friends.”
Stellan chuckled darkly. “Alright. Keep going.”
Remington leaned forward. “The Jackal Company.”
“The Jackal Company?” I asked, snorting.
