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The same can be said of me when I regard him. This event with his little chef had taken something from my brother. I would seek vengeance if he did not care for her to the degree I suspect.

Leaving all essentials I see myself into the final house on our mission.

In the few weeks since Krie’s restaurant burned we’ve exacted brutal vengeance on all who dare touch her. Leaving none of them unscathed.

“More sad newsfor Shelby Sugar. Two days after the CEO Mathias Shelby Sr.’s plane crashed in the Swiss Alps killing him along with his personal secretary, Monica Sellers, Tobias Slaughter, third husband of Clara-Lee Shelby, was found drowned at Smith Lake. Mr. Slaughter was a Bronze Medal Olympic swimmer but is said to have been a sleepwalker. There is no expectation of foul play.

“That was some of our best work,”Hepraises and I preen inwardly.

“It was almost as satisfying as the reviewer,” I say, stepping into the darkened entrance of the mansion, recalling how the racist sonofabitch hurled every slur our way before I slowly drowned his ass in his own pool, after Kiyoshi poured enough liquor down his throat to make it look like an accident. “Kiyoshi insisted on not bleeding him out which was unfortunate.” I press my lips tightly at the thought of having my fun interfered with.

“She’s his to avenge. He’s giving you this tonight.”I know. My brother looks on from the man he’s standing over whose chest is puffed out in false bluster.

“I can small his fear.” Hesnickers. A smile plays across my face as I focus on the words the dead man is spouting from his lying lips.

“Now wait one minute.” Scrambling up from his overstuffed leather recliner, he stumbles, dropping the tumbler in his hand. His eyes go wild searching for an exit. Both are blocked. One by me the other by Kiyoshi, who stands as calm as the eye of a tsunami.

“Why are you running, Lance?” I tsk, my voice alight with deadly mischief. “When you were so bold in destroying my future sister’s restaurant?”

“I-I didn’t have anything to do with that,” he screeches. His face is purpling with anger and overindulgence. “S-She’s a Love, of course they’re gonna blame us Shelbys.”

A low chuckle leaves me but I don’t miss the amusement in my brother’s eyes. Though it’s not the good kind, no. It is too filled with malice and the delight in killing.

“You’re not even a real Shelby, are you? Your mother married into the Shelbys. Everyone knows only the direct line gets anything. You did all of this for what? Crumbs?” Shaking my head, I step forward reaching under my coat.

Lance decides in that moment to make a run for it by barreling through Kiyoshi, who, I assume he foolishly thinks is the lesser threat, since he remains silent this entire time.

In one swift move, Kiyoshi makes smooth, controlled cuts with precision.

At first glance Lance thinks he’s stumbled, only to raise his hand in disbelief to his neck now awash in crimson. First there’s a stream then a river of red washes from the wound in bright beautiful stream. It’s almost comical as a macabre surprise plays across his face. He stumbles toward my brother, his eyes wide in horror as he meets his reckoning, his mouth gapping like a fish flopping on the Shelby Catfish Farm we set ablaze, before his knees give way falling to the floor dead.

“Well done,” I say, slowly clapping as I watch him wipe his blade before returning it to the scabbard. Cool satisfaction washes over me despite the fact I’ve had no fun yet.

“Hai, although I never thought I would get to it with you playing with your food.” He watches as I shrug. He steps over the body, heading to me and the door. “Has the infrared signature been double-checked on the property?”

“Yes. We will run it again just to be certain,” I assure him, trusting my team to have done the job done to perfection just as they did the private jet of Mathias Shelby Sr. Along with the ready approval of his son. Though we came to him thinking to appeal to the avarice that seems innate in the Shelby den of vipers after Angel Cruz revealed that not only did he owe the man a blood debt, but he is also his best friend. To say he surprised us with his aid but also his commitment to make sure there is no more interference with Loves or Creative Chaos going forward would be an understatement. Our dispatching the various nuisances in his family goes both ways.

He nods, following me as we make our way to the nondescript black van I drove here.

“The third scan shows the only heat signature is Lance’s rapidly cooling body,” I inform him, looking at the device we used to run the scans on the residences of our various marks.

It’s what I’ve used to keep me from losing my shit since she’s left. With it I can watch over her making sure she’s not left the state. As well as know she’s resting even if not peacefully in the cottage the rock star leased but has no use for.

“Well, let’s rectify that. We wouldn’t want him to cool off too much before he enters hell. Light that bitch up.” Coolly, he watches as I press the button on the remote devices pre-triggered to create the mini explosions throughout the Shelby estate belonging to Lanceton Shelby.

The flames lick up the sides of the house. Within a minute, the whole thing is ablaze.

I’ve never had an affinity to fire but cool satisfaction fills me as I watch the mansion go up in flames.

“Are you going to her?” Looking over to my brother I ask after we take the highway back to Shelby-Love.

Grimacing, he shakes his head absently rubbing away the tension I’m not at all surprised he feels.

I commiserate with him. I feel much the same. Unable to do anything other than watch over a woman who no longer wants me. My dreams are plagued by sweet smiles and bruised eyes watching me as I continued to doubt her. She stood so bravely asking me to believe her, for a second chance but I just couldn’t open myself up to being abandoned again.

“Not only that. You were afraid to be hurt, so you hurt her instead.” He slides that in but I’m not in the position to respond. My brother’s had too many run-ins with the monster. To say they don’t get along is an understatement.

Thanks, I know that now.

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