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It feels as if the bindings that bound me and kept me trapped have been released. I feel free.
Saint comes over, his fingers gently wrapping around my wrist. “Sweetheart, he doesn’t deserve this much attention from you. Finish it. Slay this monster.”
Thomas whimpers, reduced to the same slave to pain as he made me. I share a look with my brother and without speaking, we slice his neck from each side. Blood splatters, and I blink at the mess we created. Sin grins. Droplets of Thomas’s blood in an arc over his face, broken by his white smile.
“We should have hunted them a long time ago, sis.” He drops the knife he’d been using as Saint gently takes the scalpel from my fingers and places it on the tray.
Slowly, emotion washes over me, a mixture of what I can only describe as sadness and the sense of security that one less monster roamed the streets. The sadness is for the fear I lived in for so long. Finally, being free of it, I can see how it held me back. It is time to take the head off the snake.
I fall into Saint’s embrace as he and Sin chat. He runs his hands up and down my back in a soothing motion I’ve come to expect from him. Austin watches us from the wall next to the door. He pulls out his phone and sends a text before he drops the device back into his pocket and straightens.
“The cleaners will be here soon. We should go get these two cleaned up.”
I nod. “I hope you have a fresh shirt for Saint, too.”
“I’m always prepared, princess.”
We follow him from the room and up the private elevator to his office. They must directly connect because both times, we never stopped at another floor. He strides out to the lobby and says something to the man behind the desk. The guy nods, his gaze barely flicking to us before he gets up and closes the second door behind him as he leaves.
Then Austin comes back and pulls out a book on the wall, and it slides open, revealing another room that looks more like a mini apartment than something that should belong in an office.
“Safe room,” he says.
“Our father had a safe room in every place he spent a lot of time,” Sin replies. “But none like this.”
We step inside, and the door slides shut behind us. Monitors on the opposite side of the door light up, showing his assistant leaning against the wall next to the door he went out, an empty entrance, the boardroom from that first visit, each elevator that leads to this floor, and Austin’s office.
“Wow,” I say, taking it all in.
“Felix insisted on the surveillance. He said it was stupid to have a safe room if you can’t see if it is clear to come out.” Austin shrugs. “The bathroom is through there. We have clothes that should fit you both in the connected closet.”
Sin heads for the bathroom, and I’m left with Saint and Austin. As soon as my brother disappears, I turn to Saint. “Thank you for–”
“Letting you torture your monster?” He lifts an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips.
“Yeah,” I say.
“You have a knack for torture, princess.” Austin leans against the back of the sofa that takes up much of the space.
“Apparently, I’m more like my father than I thought.”
“Your father was a good man,” Austin replies, his fingers gripping the couch.
I pause. Is this when he admits he remembers me, a gangly teenager found peeking into our father’s meeting? Sneaking around in places I shouldn’t have been.
Back then, Austin had been the son of a rival mafia, yet so attractive I was sure my teenage self would combust from just looking at him. But when he refused the deal, whatever it was and exploded out of his seat, stomping my direction, I froze in the shadows, seconds from being caught.
His eyes widened just enough to tell me he saw me. But he didn’t say a word as he stormed from the room that day. I swallow, facing him now. “How do you know that?”
“I met him twice. My dad tried to make a deal with him prior to him dying.”
“What kind of deal?”
“One that would unite our families.”
Was that what the meeting was about? Had my dad been signing away Sin’s or my future? “Because he had omega children–and you’re an alpha.” My heart sinks. I knew my father, and it was something he would have done.
Austin’s mouth tightens, and I know I hit the mark.
