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“Yes.”
Instead of coming at me, he lunges toward the gun like the coward he is.
But I lunge, too. And I get there first, my upswing catching him in the chin. The V shape of the jawbone allows my knife to go in smooth, like cutting through cake. And our joining momentum means that the sharp point of my blade easily pierces through the roof of his mouth, sliding up into his brain.
The knife falls from his grip, and his hands weakly grab for me.
“Say hello to your father for me.” My bicep flexes, and I shove the knife higher, twisting as I do.
The last of his life flickers from his eyes.
And it’s over.
I shove him away as I release my grip, leaving the blade inside his head as he falls to the floor.
Reaching across the table, I pick up his unused napkin and clean some of the blood off my hands.
Nero makes a sound close to a snicker. “Circle jerk of assholes.”
King snickers, too.
I roll my eyes. “I can’t believe you idiots run The fucking Alliance.”
“You went to pretty long lengths to join us.” Nero lifts his left hand, flexing his fingers around his stained red diamond-encrusted brass knuckles. “Guess that makes you an idiot, too.”
I roll my shoulders and press my hand to the ache in my chest, feeling the strain in my sutures. But I think of Valentine waiting for me at home. I think of her and the baby she’s growing in her belly, and smile. “No regrets.”
CHAPTER83
Val
The sun is rising,filling the penthouse with a soft orange glow, as I climb down the stairs and find the girls in the kitchen.
Aspen is seated at the island next to Savannah while Payton fiddles with the coffee maker.
“Morning.” I greet them as I pull out a stool next to Aspen.
“Can’t sleep either?” she asks me.
I shake my head. “I know they do stuff like this all the time, but I don’t know how you get used to it.”
“You don’t. Not really,” Payton answers, having been married longer than any of us. “Want coffee?”
I shake my head. “No, thanks.” I can hear the disappointment in my voice.
“You sure?” Payton asks, probably having heard the same thing.
“I’m sure,” I sigh.
“Oh, that’s right, you can’t,” Savannah says casually, but my eyes still widen.
Aspen slowly turns to face me. “What does she meanyou can’t?”
I lean over the counter to look past Aspen at Savannah, who has slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Sorry,” she says, her apology muffled by her palm.
“Are you pregnant?” Aspen looks so shocked it almost makes me laugh.
