Page 82 of Ricochet
These three idiots thought they had me where they wanted me. The poor, little souls didn’t know that they were actually puppets in my show.
Fear doesn’t last forever, but they should’ve held onto theirs. They should’ve remembered who I was and what I stood for. They underestimated me, and each minute spent with them was another minute I learned something new.
The Nightingales were broken.
Lost.
Disorganized.
Fighting.
I would use all of their weaknesses for my own gain. My act of fear, me trying to run away, they were so easily fooled. These last couple of days with them told me more than I needed to know.
They were an easy target, a disheveled mess. And here I thought my whole mission would be much harder.
They should’ve killed me on the spot —severed my limbs, cut the head off the snake, and burned my remains. But these three idiots thought they’d be able to get additional information from me.
Thinking that I had any useful information about the Syndicate was going to be their destruction. I hadn’t talked to my father in years, and I was glad for it.
But I guess that Theo wasn't much help to them either.
Papa still didn't trust him with the business and for that I was glad. I was happy that the slithering snake wasn't getting what he wanted. That's another traitor I would have to deal with, another asshole nobody would miss.
I always imagined Theo to be adopted, with only Maya and myself being the real Aster's. Unfortunately, that sack of potatoes really was my brother, and the DNA tests we all did were the proof of that.
Nightingales on the other hand, they were just pestilence I needed to get rid of. It was so easy getting inside their heads, and their weakest link was sitting right next to me.
Tristan Nightingale.
Kieran was at the wheel of the car, while Cillian sat on the passenger seat with his feet propped on the console in front. It was such a shame he didn't want to allow himself to truly live.
He and I, we were kindred spirits, and I knew Ava's death destroyed the last pieces of sanity he had. It destroyed mine as well, but I learned to control my demons.
I learned to tie those bitches up and be their master. I couldn't allow myself to be reckless anymore, not if I wanted to live.
Tristan shuffled in his seat, leaning between the front seats.
I looked through the window deciding to ignore all three of them. The games were just starting, and unbeknownst to them, they weren't the masters.
I was.
But I would allow them to think differently, at least for now.
Kieran hasn't said a word to me since last night. He wasn't in my bed this morning, and it pained me to say that I slept like a little baby with his arms enveloped tightly around my body.
I refused to acknowledge the fact that I still wanted him. But what I wanted and what I needed to do were two different things, and Kieran stopped being the good guy a long time ago. The audacity he had, coming to my room and asking for my forgiveness.
I knew why he was asking. I knew what he was asking it for, but I wasn't going to give it to him. He didn't deserve it.
I cracked my neck, my eyes zeroing on Kieran's neck, and I could almost imagine the moment I was waiting for ever since I found out what this idiot did.
Of all the things I knew he was capable of, this was the one thing I never even thought he would do. And he dares to ask for my forgiveness?
Too late, buddy, too fucking late. Whatever the reason for his betrayal was, I didn't wanna hear it.
Destroying somebody else's life because you were a pathetic piece of shit was a big no-no in my book, and me being me, I really didn't have a lot of no-noes.
It was rather simple with me— don't be a traitor and don't rape women.
