Page 157 of Heartless Lord
I came out as a fucking hero while Stan got a tiny black mark on his otherwise pristine reputation. I’d rather the world know what a sick bastard he was, but I wasn’t willing to pay the price.
There was still time to unveil the monster. Just because he was dead didn’t mean he was safe from the truth. It would come out eventually.
I’d make sure of it.
With the help of Gage, Slate, Axel—and a reluctant Bass—Micah’s name was cleared with the Serpents & Daggers. Bass convinced them his disappearance was all a misunderstanding and the Grand Domnus had sent him away on a secret task.
Unfortunately, that meant Micah had to stick around. By returning, he’d earned himself a permanent spot in the brotherhood.
The fucker would become a Lord.
Micah had to give Torri’s video over to Arcane, along with any copies—they’d murder him if they found out he kept any—but Gage still had the video evidence of Bass bringing Lexi and Cordi into the catacombs.
If Gage passed that evidence to the Ascended, they’d order Bass’s death or, at the very least, they’d put him on probation and strip him of every privilege afforded to a Lord.
My stepbrother would rather be dead than haveallhis power taken away.
So Bass kept his mouth shut about everything, including Stan’s death. Part of me believed he didn’t really care about hisfather's demise. You needed a soul to care, and my stepbrother didn’t have much of one.
The brotherhood probably suspected there was foul play surrounding Stan’s death, but no one seemed too keen on investigating it.
Maybe they all knew—at least the Inner Circle—how demented Stanford Davenport really was, and poking into our story would only result in opening a can of worms they didn’t want to unleash.
“I’m so glad you found each other again.” My mom sat in a chair on the left side of the bed, her green eyes bloodshot and tired. She’d been crying for days after losing her husband and almost her son.
I really could have died. If the bullet had been a few millimeters lower, it would have pierced my heart.
Daphne Davenport inherited a shitload of money that no one could ever take away. It was blood money, but I didn’t give a damn. She was set for the rest of her life, and Stan could never ruin her.
She tucked a lock of ebony hair behind her ear, giving a watery smile. “When you were kids, I always thought you’d get married.”
“Iamgoing to marry her.”
“Killian!” My mother’s hand rested over her heart, laughing for the first time in days. “Don’t play with me like that.”
I ran my fingers over Red’s arm. “I’m serious, but don’t start planning the wedding. We’re still in school, and my girl wants to be a doctor. She’ll have a few more years to go.”
My mom scoffed. “She can be married and go to med school.”
“We’ll see, Mom.” I was glad I could bring her some happiness.
I hated that she mourned such a bastard, but I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth yet. Her believing Stan had a drug problem already did a number on her.
She stood and kissed my forehead. “I’m going to get a snack. Do you need anything?”
“Nah. I've got everything I need right here.” I jerked my chin toward the girl in my arms.
My mom brushed the hair back from my face. “Such a romantic.”
After she vanished out the door, I gently nudged Lexi. “You can quit pretending to be asleep now.”
Those blue angel eyes opened as a slow grin pulled at her mouth. “How did you know?”
“You’re a terrible liar.” I tapped her nose. “Plus, when I mentioned marriage, your heart went into overdrive.”
An adorable blush coated her cheeks. “Who said I’d marry you, Kill?”
I scoffed. “You’re mine, Lexi Vega. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you before it sticks.”
