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“Regardless, you got your money and I got my freedom. You said it yourself, everything’s a transaction. That one’s complete. It’s been complete. You’re wasting your time—”
After retrieving something from his back pocket, Cyrus holds out a black-and-orange USB.
“What is that?”
I’m the one who answers her, saying, “My flash drive.”
For the first time since Cyrus appeared, Lex meets my eyes, dishonesty and betrayal not in hers this time, but in mine.
I’m fucking sorry, I try telling her with them. On God, I was going to show her everything on it as soon as we woke up. And ate. And… Fuck! I was going to show her!
“I wonder which one Kordin will be more willing to give up: you or the funds he’s been illegally pocketing from his own company.”
Lex remains tight-lipped, her mind working louder than any words she could possibly say.
Cyrus tells her with a serious tone, “I need you, Lexi. There’s nothing in this world more valuable to me.”
“You’ve been getting by just fine without me.”
“Imagine how much better I’ll be with you.”
“On your stage?”
“By my side. You and me, we’ll rule all of Fox Hollow.”
“Fox Hollow doesn’t need rulers. It needs an overhaul.”
“With your real estate expertise, we can do that.”
That’s it. Cyrus wants to own all of Fox Hollow, not just the worst half. Anyone can get their real estate license, but not everyone can be Lenox Debrosse, a fox who can pass as a hollow. Cyrus doesn’t value Lex, he values the profit he can make off her, off her reputation, and he’s been waiting as she built it.
Cyrus did play a part in putting Lex in the Debrosse brothers’ path, not for scamming them like I originally thought, but for the name, the experience, the knowledge, the contacts only they could provide her. It’s like what Lex told Breckyn, that business is all about who you know, and Lex knows a lot of people now thanks to Kordin Debrosse. People she would’ve never worked with if she were involved with Cyrus.
“You’re not getting her,” erupts out of me in a snarled growl I feel from the pit of my soul.
“You fucking…”
The second Cyrus points his gun at me, Lex whips mine out, her finger positioned on the trigger as she aims at the window above the nightstand.
“Shoot him and I shoot your fox on the other side of this glass.”
Cyrus chuckles. “Be my guest. I don’t give a fuck about hi—”
Lex turns the gun on herself, the muzzle to her temple.
Another dose of adrenaline shoots through my body, my limbs vibrating with it.
“What the fuck, Lex?”
Ignoring me, she asks Cyrus, “How valuable am I to you dead?”
“This was always your last-ditch threat. The amount of times I caught you with a razorblade at your wrists, and yet here you sit, still alive.”
The scars.Stripper poles didn’t cause them; Lex did.
“That’s because you wouldn’t let me die,” she grits between clenched teeth.
She wasn’t just threatening to kill herself. She tried to, but Cyrus stopped her…for his own reasons. For his own gain.
