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“Where are we going?” my voice cracked in the end, but no one answered.
My eyes looked ahead to the men sitting in the front. Something caught my eye as it hung from the visor mirror. A DEA hat. My gaze slid to Viktor. He was a DEA agent.
Nothing made sense, not when I felt the burning gaze of Arlo watching me.
Arlo knew about the New York family.
Arlo knew the dead man that laid at Ilias’s house.
Arlo knew my name without anyone telling him.
They were brothers.
And they all spoke about Lucca with respect.
I was sitting in a car with dangerous men, and one of them who I’d grown to care for, but was I now in more danger than before?
My body shivered, and I jolted when I felt Ilias’s hand over my thigh. He was trying to calm my thoughts with his gentle touch, and it worked— for a short second. Because as I stared down at his red stained hand, I got the chance to look at my body.
The air seemed to fade as a deep ache filled my lungs. Trembles took over my fingertips as I traced the dried red droplets that corrupted the white and pure tee I wore. The droplets weren’t only on my chest or shirt, they covered me. My face bunched in terror, the crinkling sensation cracking over my face. My hands lifted to touch the creases created by dried liquid.
You’ve taken a life, point blank, my subconscious added as bile rose in my throat and tears hurried to be released from the body of a murderer.
“Stop the car!” I shrieked, my body heaving.
“Davina?” Ilias’s concern was lost on me.
“Stop!” I cried, wiping the tears away, but when I stared down at my hands, blood was mixing with their moisture, bringing it back to life. I couldn’t take the sight any more, and I covered my mouth.
Tires squealed, and the sudden stop turned my stomach. Arlo jumped out of the car, moved the seat forward, and I escaped the back seat in a rush.
I didn’t make it too far before emptying my stomach. My body shook with force as I stayed crunched on the loose paved road.
“I’d wondered how long it would take before this would happen,” Viktor said.
Ilias was next to me, moving my hair away from my face and bringing me to his chest protectively. Crying silently, I grasped tightly to him.
“The shock will pass. Here,” Arlo demanded, eyeing me carefully with a water bottle hanging from his hands.
I didn’t trust my stomach to hold anything, let alone water. Instead, I poured the liquid on my face and hands until the water no longer held a shade of pink and ran clear onto the ground.
I was wrong. I was not inside a car filled with dangerous men.
The car was filled with dangerous people.
And when we arrived at what could only be called a fortress, we were now in the lair and home of the dangerous life.
Seventeen
Ilias
Davina had closed off. I should have seen this coming. Her body tensed underneath my hand as we pulled up to Lucca’s place, and her chest rose rapidly when the car rolled to a stop.
I would be lying if I wasn’t worried for our futures. My brothers loved me, but before us four, it had always been the family. After hearing the change of hierarchy, it made sense. The small comments, the rumors, the last time I saw Lucca’s stressed demeanor, and the way they’d been trying to protect me for a while. It also angered me because I still didn’t know what was happening. How Arlo knew of Davina, and how it all connected.
It seemed that Davina ran from the New York Syndicate, only to be trapped by another. And I was no hero. If anything, I was her downfall.
When we got out of the car, Arlo walked behind us and Viktor ahead. Davina stayed close, but I could see the way she was hesitant to get too close even to me. It hurt. And the more she would learn, the more she would want to keep her distance.
