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“I was helping her with some estate planning,” Gabriel says. “Her will, how her trusts are structured, how to keep the money flowing to all those charities after her death. That sort of thing.” He lifts a brow. “My billable hours were a bit more than perhaps she expected, but I doubt she’d try and kill me over that.”
“So someone snuck in,” I grunt. “I’m sure you both have enemies. Anyone stick out?”
Alistair rolls his eyes. “I handle some serious fucking criminal cases. There’s probably a hundred people on Ryker’s Island who’d want me dead. Probably just as many who jerk off fantasizing about shoving a gun down Gabriel’s throat.”
“Great, thanks for the visual,” his brother mutters.
Alistair shrugs. “I’m just saying, the list isn’t exactly short. And if we factor inyoubeing there”—he points at me—“not to mention Charles, we may as well accuse half the fucking city.”
Shit.
I’ve been assuming this had to do with them. It very well could have been thatIwas the target. Or all three of us. A crazy idea comes to me.
“Do you know anything about Apex Club?”
They both instantly go quiet, and Alistair sits up in his hospital bed a little more, looking at me coldly.
“I’m going to ask you this once and only once, Dante,” he growls. “What the fuck doyouknow about Apex?”
“I know you were going to prosecute one of them after what he and some of his buddies did to Tempest and her friend Nina, before he hung himself in a holding cell.”
Gabriel starts to struggle out of bed, his teeth bared.
“You hadnofucking right to dig into that?—”
“I didn’t dig,” I say quietly. “She told me.”
Gabriel pauses, staring at me in disbelief. He turns to his brother, then back to me.
“Tempesttold you?”
I nod. “She did.”
Alistair frowns. “If any of Brett’s friends wanted us dead, they could have done something years ago.”
“I wasn’t suggesting that either of you were the target,” I growl.
Gabriel arches a curious brow. “You?”
I nod.
“And why exactly would Apex Club consider you an enemy?”
“Because they killed my sister, Claudia,” I hiss quietly. “So I’ve spent the last fifteen years hunting them down and killing them, one-by-one.”
The hospital room goes pin-drop silent. Gabriel’s looking at me with concern, his brow furrowed. Alistair almost looks like he’s holding back a smirk.
“There were seven of them, total,” I growl. “In their little club.”
“How do you know that?” Gabriel mutters.
I turn to him. “Because I caught number six not very long ago, when he tried to hurt Tempest. He told me.”
“And you believed him?” Alistair murmurs.
“People tend to tell the truth when they’re getting theirfingershacked off, Alistair.”
He and Gabriel glance at each other, then back at me.
