Page 101 of Ricochet
Patience, dear brother. You will get what you deserve.
I didn't have much time, and if I was going to do what I was sent here to do, I needed to find a weapon. A knife, a gun, a piece of fucking glass, anything. If they're giving me to him tomorrow, I had to act fast.
I wasn't going to be anyone's prisoner anymore.
I would rather die than have another man treat me that way. I couldn't do that again, I didn't want to live my life that way.
Not after everything I've been through.
I ran through what I saw in the church. There was only one visible entrance and exit in there, and with the amount of guys Storm brought, it would be tough getting out of there unharmed, but I had to try. Though, even if I did manage to get out of there, Kieran's baboons wouldn't let me get through.
Fuck.
The sudden knocking on my door scared the shit out of me, and I jumped out of the bed, preparing myself for another one of Kieran's antics. He's been getting creative lately, trying to make me remember what we used to be. Tough luck, I wasn't going to.
The door opened with a click, revealing the last person I wanted to see.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Theo?"
My beloved brother. Well, beloved was a grand word for what I felt toward him. Let me put it this way... If I saw him swimming in the ocean surrounded by sharks, I would throw some more blood on him so that they could finish the job faster.
The traitorous little leech had some balls showing up here. Papa didn't trust him, and obviously with reason. He was working with our enemies, licking assess hoping he could get something out of it.
"I came to see my favorite sister."Oh, how touching. "Is that such a bad thing?"
No, of course it isn't a bad thing, for normal families. The thing is, he was one of the fuckers that cost me my freedom. His love burned more than Kieran's ever did, and I never doubted that my hatred toward him only rivaled his toward me.
The little leech always thought he was going to inherit Papa's business, when it was never going to happen. Weak wolves were getting eaten by the stronger ones, or kicked out of the pack, and that's what he was.
A weak wolf. There was no power in his bones, and the only way he could get what he wanted was through lies, deceit and betrayal.
"You mean the only sister. I don't even know if Maya is alive."
"Oh, she's alive, somewhere." He chuckled. That motherfucking son of a bitch. "How are you doing?"
"Cut to the chase, Theo. We both know this isn't a social call, and you couldn't give a fuck on how I’m doing. If you did, you wouldn't have gotten me kidnapped and tortured by the Nightingales."
I was letting him think that he had me where he wanted me —another fool underestimating me and everything I was capable of. I would've felt pity if I had it in me.
"You were always a 'straight to the point' kind of a person, weren't you, Sis?"
Oh, you have no idea. More, straight to the heart, but I didn't have my knives on me, otherwise he would've been dead five minutes ago, as soon as he stepped inside this room.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Then talk." I had no patience for his little mind games. I also didn't have time, because I needed to find a way to get myself out of this mess. There was still a mission I had to finish, and while Theo's presence was an additional plus, I would have to deal with him when I had more time.
"Feisty." He sat on the chair next to the desk. "I love it. You're much more fun when you're like this."
"Theo." I rubbed at my temples. "I have no time, nor patience for you right now. If you have nothing smart to say, please get out of this room."
"Oh, Sis," he tsked. "That isn't a way to show love to your favorite brother."
"I said," I came closer to him, "get to the fucking point, Theo, or fuck off. I am fine with either one of those options."
His eyes widened at the proximity between us, and I felt satisfied knowing that he still feared me. That's right leech, I could still kill you and I wouldn't need sharp objects to do so.
"Okay, fine." The fake smile he wore earlier completely disappeared, leaving behind the expression I knew very well. Leer. "I came to talk to you about that night."
