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"Me? Nothing?" Watson laughs darkly. "I am more powerful than you can ever realize!"
People are gathering by the entrance of the private room where we’re having this conversation. They must have seen us leave the ballroom. That means Reynold has been able to broadcast Watson’s confession. The latter hasn't realized it yet as he keeps speaking, his back to the door. "I work in collusion with the vampires! Me and my partner have been the ones distributing the drugs. In return, the vampires will give us more power than you can ever realize. All it takes for those drugs to be effective is the ground meat from our own people. The useless trash from the slums is finally useful for something. Me and Norm––"
Watson's head tumbles off his shoulders, falling onto the ground. His body crumples after as I stare in shock.
There are shocked gasps and shrieks, but they’re dim sounds to my ears.
My gaze lifts to see my little brother standing a few steps behind where Watson had been standing.
Norman sighs, looking annoyed. "That old geezer just couldn't keep his mouth shut."
CHAPTER 32
Cynthia
Adam had told me that Watson wouldn't be able to stop himself from confronting him. Since the evidence they had against him was too weak for a pack trial to happen, they needed his confession on tape.
I expected many things, but Norman killing Watson wasn't one of them. My body tightens in fear and anger.
He looks different, more mature, more confident. He doesn't have his usual cocky air about him.
"I couldn't let him keep yapping," Norman says in a bored voice. "He was giving away everything. And look at you, Cynthia. Still clinging on to my brother. Don't worry. This time I'll take you with me. I'll even let you keep his rotting head as a keepsake. Which reminds me, how did you like your gift? Dad was a right fucker. Thought you'd get a laugh out of it. I was going to send you Mom's head as well, but I got rid of her earlier, and the animals had gotten to her before I could pluck off that old bat's head."
I want to throw up. "You killed your parents?"
"Well, I had to." Norman grins. "You exposed me, and Dad began getting a little too suspicious. I didn't know he had a moral line, but apparently dealing with those bloodsuckers was something he didn't like. And he was actually starting to catchon to how smart I was. He didn't like that either. Spewed some nonsense about me wasting his life by pretending to be a stupid moron. I couldn't let him affect my business dealings. Don't worry, though." He smiles at me. "I got revenge for what he put you through, all those beatings. He was a bloody mess by the time I was done with him. Kept him alive in his own basement for months. By the end of it, he was just babbling nonsensical words. Even your parents, they paid for selling you like they did. They paid in blood. I made sure of it. Aren't you happy?"
My hand tightens around Adam as bile rises to my throat.
"Don't talk to my mate," Adam snarls, pushing me behind him.
My parents? I haven't thought about them in a very long time. They're dead?
"She won't be yours for much longer." Norman looks amused. "Since the moment I met her, I always knew she was mine. She would be mine one day. And as for you, brother, you really have been a pain in the ass for me. Nobody ever thinks about the people in the slums, but you suddenly had to care. You cost me a fucking fortune. I needed them to make the damn drugs."
"So, all this time," Adam begins, his voice harsh, "you've just been putting on an act?"
"Of course," Norman beams. "I knew I would have to protect Cynthia when you left home. And I couldn't protect her if I didn't have power. The vampires were willing to give me power. All I had to do was set up a distribution chain for them and provide them with the source material for their drugs, which were people from the slums. Those losers were willing to do anything for a few dollars. Wasn't that hard to lure them away to deserted areas."
"So, all this time that you've been beating Cynthia, and you set her up to be taken advantage of by your friends––"
Norman chuckles. "She needed to be put in her place once or twice. But you did betray me, Cynthia. So we're even with that hotel incident now."
"You's disgusting," I breathe, unsheathing my claws.
"Perhaps." Norman shrugs. "But I have power, and that's what matters." He lifts his arms in the air. "This is getting boring. Kill them."
He snaps his fingers, and suddenly masked men appear. I don't recognize them, but Adam does.
"Leave my brother and Cynthia alive. I want her to watch me kill him, slowly." Norman smiles.
Shouts and screams fill the room, and I can hear them coming from the ballroom as well.
Tina and I exchange a look as Adam lunges at Norman. Shifting in here is not going to work since there are too many of the enemy and they will have more access to vulnerable parts of our bodies.
Norman is good at deflecting blows, but he can't keep up with Adam's speed. Two of his henchmen jump in. I unsheathe my claws and go after them. I know that I'm not good at hand-to-hand combat, but I can be sneaky, and I use that to my advantage. As Tony has been teaching me, I need to go for the most vulnerable areas. I use my claws to slash the stomach of one of my opponents.
He stumbles back, clutching his stomach, but two more take his place. Sweat beads on my forehead, but I'm not going to be pushed back. Adam is fighting against Norman and Tina, and I take on the increasing number of the enemy who are trying to protect Norman. One of them stabs Tina in the shoulder, and a large wolf jumps into the fray, tearing off his head.
