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I slammed him against the ground again, and this time, something cracked. I heard Quincy's howl of pain and maybe I should’ve felt like a monster. Instead, it felt like I'd been relieved of a weight. I’d kill my way through everyone who had made Selena suffer. "What else? What happened that night?"
"Please," he begged. "I don't remember. I'm telling the truth! It's been a long time. I thought the kid was dead too. They never told me that she—"
He stopped speaking and went still, his eyes glazing over, but I didn't care. I let him fall to the ground, my hands trembling with anger and adrenaline. Aiden was watching me with a look I couldn’t quite read. Concern? Judgment? Affection? Aiden was hard to read at the best of times and I could barely see through the red haze.
"Let's go," he said quietly. "We're not getting anything else out of him."
I nodded and followed him out of the warehouse. We got back in the car and drove in silence for a few minutes.
"What now?" I asked finally.
"We find Patrick Foss," Aiden said. "We find out what he knows, and then once he’s no more use to us, we make him pay."
I nodded, happy with his answer for once.
Maybe Selena was only ours for a little while. But she was still ours. We looked out for our own.
Aiden sighed. "We're going to have to clean this up ourselves. Just in case when we unravel this all... it was Gavin who ordered the hit."
So he knew there was a possibility Gavin was guilty. The fact he admitted it was a relief.
"And if that's the case," I said. "Then what?"
"Then we let Selena kill him, of course," he said. "so it's all the same to me. If not, we kill Aster or Michael or whoever it was who did order the hit. Or rather, we have Selena pull the trigger, so she can leave it in her past."
No matter what he said, I didn't think it was all the same to Aiden. A look of pain came over his face when he discussed killing Gavin.
But he would do whatever it took.
It was time for the end of his father's empire.
CHAPTER24
Selena
Aiden cameinto the blue living room as I bent over the coffee table. The air seemed to crackle with his energy, and I looked up as he circled the couch and leaned on the back, looking over my shoulder.
“You look stressed,” he said, resting his hands on my shoulders.
“It’s stressful being an orphan with a need for revenge. Also, a mobster’s fake girlfriend.”
“You’re about to get an upgrade to fake fiancée,” he said, which didn’t do anything for my stress levels. “We’re going ring shopping today.”
Right, the ridiculously overpriced ring he wanted to buy me.
"I have all this to do..." I gestured at the table. There had been no more major breakthroughs.
"We have our engagement party coming up at the club," he told me. "I need a ring to give you."
"Right. I'll keep up my end of the bargain. But I don't care..." I trailed off under his stern gaze. "Why does it matter?"
"I want it to be something you love," he said. "If you leave us at the end of this, then I want you to have something that reminds you of our time together."
"That's... unexpectedly sweet, you psycho."
"If you think that's sweet, you should see what's in the trunk."
He took me down to the garage and raised the hatch on his car to show me the body in the trunk. He pulled back the blanket on the face. "Do you remember him?"
