Page 57 of Sinful Empire (Mount Trilogy 3)
I told her if I let her stay, no one could ever know who she was. And like everyone else in my organization, she became known by only a letter. The first letter of her last name—Jones.
“How could you marry her!” The shriek bounces off the walls.
“What did you do, J?”
“Call me Destiny, dammit!”
She rocks back and forth on her heels, looking like the broken girl I found hiding under the stoop, but I can’t think about that. Right now, my gut is telling me she’s behind all of this.
“If you don’t tell me what you did with Keira in the next two seconds, I’ll kill you where you stand. History be damned.”
Betrayal and shock flash across her face before her gaze turns hard. “I did what I had to do.”
“If you fucking laid a finger on her, I swear to God—”
“What? You gonna kill me, Mikey? After all this time? She was in the way. They were all in the way, but I took care of them as soon as you were done so we didn’t have any loose ends. Then that madam bitch overstepped her place, giving you one that wasn’t a whore. At least, at first. She should’ve known better than to try to trick you. No one does that and lives.”
“What did you do to her?” I growl out the words.
“You weren’t supposed to love her. You were only supposed to love me. So I buried her like the rest of them!”
My roar fills the office a second before I pull the trigger. The bullet slams into her hand, and she screams as blood spurts out.
D rushes into the room, his eyes darting from J to me and back.
“Boss?”
“Lock J up. Don’t you fucking lose sight of her or I’ll kill you both. Z and I are going to find my wife, and you all better pray she’s still alive.”
Keira
I lose track of time, waking up and fighting to stay conscious. I scream until my voice gives out. I can’t find any wounds on Magnolia’s body, but I wrap mine around hers. Neither of us is going to make it much longer.
The roar of an engine brings my focus back to the outside world. Outside this tomb where I’ve been sure I’m going to die.
I scream, pulling Magnolia’s head against my chest, and my fingers touch something sharp.
Her hair chopsticks.
I yank one free, gripping it in my right hand. If that bitch is back, she’s gonna be the one to die.
My thoughts are jumbled, and my body screams in pain as I try to stand.
Bones crunch beneath me, and I gag at the scent of decomposition. It’s something I’ll never forget for however long I have left to live.
“Help!” I scream, my voice breaking. I lose my balance and fall forward, landing face-first on a corpse, and the silver stake flies out of my hand.
The hinges of the door release a metallic screech as the solid wood panel flies open.
My plan is to rise out of the bodies and stab that bitch through the heart, but I’ve lost my only weapon.
“Hold on. Hold the fuck on. Don’t you fucking die on me, Keira!”
It’s Lachlan’s voice.
Or am I dreaming again?
I can’t separate reality from nightmares anymore. At least, until I lift my head and a flashlight beam blinds me.
