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“Has he always been this immature?” she asks Marie, who bubbles up with laughter. I dig for the reserves of my patience when Violet stands up and says, “See you later.”
“Where are you going?”
I’m already on my feet when Marie puts her hand on my shoulder, using all her strength to keep me in place. She must sense I’m close to blowing up. “Violet is only going to visit Chiara.”
I stride toward the window and watch Violet taking the path to their mansion. I calm down immediately. She should be able to make friends and find her place here because she won’t be going anywhere else.
“Cameron.”
“What?” I snap.
“Do not use that tone with me.”
She puts me in my place; this is my punishment for being a killer.
In a conciliatory, soft tone, Marie says, “You two are very much alike.”
I deny it, defensively. Most people would buy it, but not her.
“You can’t expect Violet to concede to you while you only take and give what is comfortable for you. Relationships don’t work like that.”
“Since when did you become an expert?”
Marie sighs.
I apologize.
“It’s scary, but scary is good. It shows us a side of life, a side of ourselves we wouldn’t have known otherwise. My boy, you need to face yourself one of these days.”
She leaves me alone with my scrambled thoughts. I can’t be in this house anymore. I get in the car and head to my office.
When I arrive, everyone is in damage control.
“You should introduce your wife to the public,” advises Lauren, “so that it would focus the attention somewhere else.”
She’s not ready. I’m not ready. “We stick to the plan.”
Several independent candidates are running for the single open Massachusetts State Senate seat. They are all naïve and filled with great ideas; even if they implement a fraction of their agendas, it would be a tremendous success.
People will always fight for their version of justice, driven by their idealistic worldview. They dream of a society with equal opportunity and fairness for all— a utopia. The system doesn’t work that way, though. It’s corruption disguised under social networking. The political world sucks the life out of everyone with big plans and dreams.
After I go through the day’s meetings, I call it quits and head to the compound.
In the basement, several dead men are hanging from metal hooks. I’ve lost count of how many men have been in and out since the last time we were here. It’s become routine. For the Syndicate, killing has always been a last resort. But these are desperate times. And a perfect way to let off some steam. With our hidden enemies breathing down our necks, keeping a level head is hard.
More kills, more useless information, more dead ends.
All four of us stand in a circle.
“The Brotherhood sacrificed them. They knew nothing about the higher-ups of the organization,” Kieran says, thrusting a hand through his hair.
“Someone has to,” Cato says, cracking his neck. “Fuck this. I’m going on the hunt.”
“No,” Kieran says resolutely.
“Let’s vote,” Hayden says, sounding just as frustrated as I am.
“Let’s kill,” Cato adds.
