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“Are all the people you kill horrible?” I shoot back.
Wes shrugs. “Probably not.”
He doesn’t even seem remorseful.
“Why do you do it?” I ask.
The guys all look at each other cautiously.
“How much should we tell her?” Kellan asks.
“I don’t know if she’s ready,” Cal responds.
Crossing my arms, I put on the most annoyed look I can manage. “If you want me to even think of forgiving you, let alone trust you, you’d better tell me the goddamn truth.”
Wes bristles. “Seriously, Athelia? I just saved your fucking life.”
“Until you save my life as many times as you made me want to take it, I don’t give a shit.”
That makes him shut his stupid mouth. A vein near his temple pulses as he stares at me, but I don’t look away. For once, it seems like he’s actually understanding just how hurt I am. HowangryI am.
“Fine,” Wes mutters. He plops onto the chair across from me. “Remember how I told you my father was killed?”
I nod.
“My mom and I didn’t know a lot about what he did for work, just that his brother got him the job. They worked together. He had weird hours, and sometimes he’d take trips and be gone for weeks. He didn’t like being away from us, but he wanted to make sure we were cared for.”
“Okay,” I say slowly. “What does that have to do with this?”
“Kammes has me in a financial chokehold—or, at least, he did. Everything changes tomorrow morning, but that’s a separate issue. The point is, I needed a way out. So I went to my uncle for help.”
Oh.I swallow as a chill sweeps over my skin. “You picked up your dad’s old job.”
Wes nods. “All three of us did. We don’t know who we work for, exactly. Don’t need to—all we care about is the money.”
“And the fact that Char is fixing your trust fund,” Kellan adds.
The corner of Wes’s lips tip up. “That too. John is in for a surprise when he comes back from that trip. Too bad we won’t be able to enjoy knocking him down a peg for long.”
I almost ask why, but then it clicks.Because they’re going to kill him.
“Aside from Wes’s uncle,” Cal says, “we have one contact within the organization we work for. She gives us our assignments, and we fulfill them as needed. They’re usually within a two-hour radius from here.”
“And you don’t know what organization it is?”
“Correct,” Wes says.
“That’s… Jesus.” I gulp in air, trying to get too deep of a breath. A sharp pain radiates from my side. I do my best to ignore it. “Wait. Wes, your dad got killed doing this job.”
His gaze travels over me slowly before his mouth curves upward in a satisfied smirk. “You worried about us?”
“Not in the slightest. I’d be happy if the three of you got killed on the job.”
He’s not too happy with that answer, but I honestly don’t know what he was expecting.
“I think you’re all fucking stupid,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Maybe we are,” Kellan says, “but the money is good, and it’s usually fun.”
