Page 63 of Nothing Above


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Down in The Playground, I find Cyrus at a back booth, his arms spread out on each side of his head with his numerous rings glinting under the overhead chandelier.

“Sit,” is all he says, so I do, taking the spot furthest from him. “Speak.”

I grit my teeth at the commands. I’m not a fucking dog.

“The mark is still in the hospital.”

“Maybe you can get to the point by telling me something useful,” he says while scouring his club, both looking and sounding exactly like Lex when she’s being a sarcastic little shit.

How close were they?

“His firm isn’t as successful as it’s said to be.”

Cyrus finally looks at me, his bushy eyebrows lifting. “You don’t say.”

While out scouting today, I stumbled across a few properties the Debrosse Group already manages. They advertise specializing in high-tech buildings, but the ones I saw were regular ol’ mom-and-pop type shops like Silvy’s, nothing modern or updated at all. If they’re any indication who the Debrosse Group takes on as clients, there’s no way Kordin’s firm is bringing in high-tech-building-worthy numbers on the scale they’re pretending to. I don’t know how they get away with peddling the lie, or why they even bother.

“Who’s running the place right now?”

“His brother.” On paper, Kaisin is in charge. In reality, he’s exactly like Lex described, a moron.

Cyrus’s sigh makes my chest ache.

“And his wife? I assume you’ve met her by now.”

“Yes,” I make myself say. “She’s there, too.” Although she has no real authority. She should, but for some reason I can’t seem to pinpoint she doesn’t. It’s a weird dynamic there.

“She recognize you?”

I shake my head even though he’s not looking at me anymore. “She never saw me to begin with.”

“She wouldn’t need to see you to recognize you.”

Examining his profile, I ask, “Do you know her?” He doesn’t say anything, so I add, “Lenox Debrosse?”

Despite being in a dim corner, I can make out his expression as it darkens. He’s quiet for so long I don’t think he’s going to answer, but then he says, “Kordin Debrosse took something from me. Something very, very valuable.” He rotates his head to meet my stare. “I’m going to get it back.”

Now I’m the one staying silent, a million thoughts racing through my mind. While there’s not a doubt he’s talking about Lex, there are plenty about handing her over to him.

“I could go to the hospital, make the mark tell me where the laptop—”

“The laptop.” He huffs a laugh. “Forget the laptop. That got us in the door. Now that we’re inside, we’re taking everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

He had me believing he was going to kill me over that laptop, and now he’s using my mistake for his own gain. No, he’s makingmeuse my mistake for his own gain.

I’m beginning to question if he was even planning on handing it over to Lex in the first place.

Eyeing his highball glass, I imagine breaking it and using a shard to slice his throat wide open. He’d bleed out, gurgling his pathetic last words, but I wouldn’t stick around to hear them. I’d…

I’d…

I don’t fucking know. I don’t even knowwhereI’d want to go orwhatI’d want to do. I just know I don’t want this life anymore.

“Tell me about the brother. Is he an easy mark?”

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