Page 93 of Wreck Me

“I see.”

“The best part was, we made it look natural. That was my idea. Bane just wanted the three kills. He was flying high on the power trip of it all, but I talked him down, me and my team. So we didn’t fuck with the limo that night. Instead, we fucked with that backroad they were traveling down. You know, obstacles and all that? We even removed them afterward and sanitized the area so there was no sign of them, or on the car. That oil tankard hitting them was us directing them right into its path, making it look like their driver just lost control in the dark of the night. The tankard was even driven by one of my team members. He jumped out right before impact and got clear before it careened into the limo. The three targets who weren’t dead on the impact with that giant thing were burned alive when it exploded in a violent ball of fire.”

I was snarling, my fingers digging into the expensive wood of my desk.

My fucking hands were shaking, my whole body really.

I hadn’t felt this level of rage in hell knew how long.

But right now, hearing this after all these years, I could barely contain it.

“Very impressive,” Dante spoke, drawing me back from the edge.

From the angle he’d taken, I could see him reaching beneath his suit jacket, but Waterstone couldn’t from his position.

“Would’ve been more impressive if the thing with King had worked out the way it was supposed to. I mean, Bane got rid of Jameson and Wayne, but then Caspian came into the picture. Bane had no fucking clue that he was some kind of genius prodigy. Jameson kept that on the down low, nobody knew. And now that company is eclipsing Bane’s empire. Who fucking knew, right?”

“Jameson King was a good man.”

Waterstone jolted. “What’s that?”

“He was a good man. His wife was a charitable woman. Wayne was also one of the good ones. And their sons didn’t deserve to have them ripped away in a convoluted attempt to grab power by an insecure shit like Elijah.” Dante drew his gun and cocked it in a split second, training it on Waterstone.

“Fuck!” Waterstone cried, throwing his hands up. “What is this? Was this whole thing—”

“An elaborate setup? Why, yes. Of course.”

“Why?”

“Sometimes to acquire the truth, we must go to great lengths. To obtain justice, even.” Dante stepped closer, his aim not wavering even a fraction of an inch. “Jameson King was my brother-in-arms. My closest friend. His death was a devastating blow, one I can’t even begin to express the intensity of, especially not to a man like you.”

“What? No, that’s not—there’s no record of you two being—”

“My bid to protect him from my sins. For all the good that did him once Elijah got him in his sights.”

“Look, like you said, it was Bane, I was just the messenger, yeah? That’s all.”

Dante ignored that and told him, “Just so you’re aware, your entire team has been decimated outside while we’ve been engaging in this very enlightening conversation. My men are already in the process of disposing of the bodies as we speak.”

“You son of a—”

“You said it yourself, Elijah can’t know I had anything to do with this arms seizure and disposing of his men. So you’ll take the blame. After all, dead men can’t talk.”

Dante fired, blowing a hole through Waterstone’s skull.

As his body dropped to the concrete with a hard thud, Dante strode over there and spat on his corpse.

And then he turned straight toward the camera and smiled. “You have your proof. Now we work on justice.”

Jesus Christ.

I switched off the video and locked down my laptop, sinking back against my chair.

It was a lot to process.

After so long, after everything, I’d finally gotten the truth.

Laid bare.

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