AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Give it time,” he said.
“As for how I’m feeling…I’ve been worse.”
He finally took a sip of his whiskey. “Are you sure you’re ready to be back?”
“The crime world won’t wait for me. Besides, I’m tired of laying around.” I scooped up the newspaper Sean had brought to the meeting off the table and stared at the picture of the bridge on the front page.
“Are you ready to talk about it?” Stefan asked, eyeing the newspaper in my hand.
I set the paper down and leaned back in my chair. “Where would you like me to begin?”
“From when you left,” he said.
I told him pretty much everything that had happened up until I’d gone to the hospital to see Amelia. I left out the part where I’d had a feeling that it had been a trap, yet gone into her hospital room anyway. With how Stefan’s eyes narrowed as he listened to me go over that part, I was pretty sure he knew.
He listened quietly for the most part. Then I began talking about what had happened when I’d been taken. Stefan began to get tense after that. He finished the rest of his whiskey and got up to refill his glass when I got to the part where I’d thought I was going to be raped.
I didn’t continue until he returned to his seat. Toward the edge of the table, I ran my finger along the top, feeling the crevices. “When he was whipping me, trying his best to make me scream, I thought of you. Exactly as we are now, at this table, is what I saw, and you just sat there with me.”
“You dissociated.”
I nodded. “I suppose if anyone could keep me strong in that moment, it would be you.”
I finished telling him the rest of what had happened up until I’d killed Buck. I left out the part about what I’d overheard about Dylan. That’d be a conversation for another day, hopefully years from now.
Just as Stefan was beginning to question me on what happened after I had killed Buck, the door to the chamber opened abruptly and Dean walked in. He leaned down and brought his mouth close to my ear. “Dylan and all of his security disappeared the day you returned to Quinn Manor,” he whispered. “And Vincent found proof that Dylan was working with the Aryans.”
Fuck.
Looked like the Dylan conversation was going to happen a hell of a lot sooner. I closed my eyes for a few seconds as I steeled myself for what I had to do. “Wait for me outside,” I told Dean.
He didn’t move. Instead, he glanced at Stefan, then back to me. I could see unease in his eyes and if I could see it, so could Stefan.
“Go,” I ordered.
Dean reluctantly left the room. I sat there quietly as I tried to form a plan. I was pretty sure my father wouldn’t kill me, but I knew I’d be punished. It would make Stefan look weak if he didn’t.
“Whatever you have to tell me must be bad if it has your security nervous to leave you alone with me,” my father said as he stared at me intently.
Fuck it. Here goes nothing.“I know who in the family hired the Aryans to kill me.”
Stefan sat straighter in his seat. “Who?”
“Dylan.”
Stefan went still. He didn’t react or say anything for the longest time, but I could feel his rage. He eventually reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. As he powered it on, his voice was laced with barely contained anger. “I’m guessing you sent your security to go obtain him and that is why Brenna was standing in for Dean. You planned to kill Dylan before anyone found out about his betrayal.”
I didn’t need to confirm that. He knew it was true.
“Seeing as you are telling me now, your security was unable to bring Dylan to you, which means he is on the run, making him an unpredictable threat to the family.”
Again, I didn’t need to confirm anything for him.
“You took responsibility for Dylan,” he snarled. “Do you have any idea of the position this puts you in, or me for that matter?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Why did you tell me now instead of trying to find Dylan first?” he questioned.
