Page 90 of Holy Sinner

“Shit, Kit.”

I turn in my seat and look at Alana. “Listen I know it’s fucked up but it’s the truth. That bitch deserved to die and that’s what I told her. I told her she was better off dead because everything she did to Rafe and Grant was going to come out. I’d make sure of it. She was going to be ruined.”

The light flashes green and Alana jumps in surprise. “Shit,” she whispers again and starts driving. “So that’s what you told her? What happened next?”

“She stabbed herself with a pair of scissors I left for her.”

Alana accidently hits the gas pedal when I tell her that but slows back down again. “Holy fuck!”

“I know.”

“You really, she-that’s what the ambulance was there for, wasn’t it?” Alana swears and slams on the brakes to turn into the parking lot of the restaurant. Nick’s Italian shines bright over the front door in neon lights. We park in a spot close to the door and Jax and Scott park next to us.

“Yes. I had to do it. I had to finally protect them. I had to do it.”

“She-what did she say?” Alana’s been my best friend for years and this is why. She knows the questions to ask.

“She said they loved her. That they wanted it.”

Alana rubs her temples and leans over the steering wheel. “Oh god.”

“I’ve never been that angry, Alana.”

She lifts her head and looks at me. There’s confusion in her eyes but it’s only there for a second before she blinks it away and nods at me. “I get it. I’m sorry.” She pauses and puts her hand on mine. “Did anyone see you talk to her?”

“No. Well, there was a nurse but she only saw me for a minute. She didn’t hear anything I said to her and I was gone before she did it.”

“Good, that's good.” Alana nods and takes a deep breath. “We are going to be fine. I’ll say I was with you. That you thought you had a relative there. That’s why we stopped. That bitch killed herself on her own. You had nothing to do with it.”

“I don’t want you to have to lie. I’m not trying to drag you into this.”

“And I’m not letting my best friend go to fucking jail for a rapist. I’m fucking lying. I don’t give a fuck, Kit.”

“You don’t think I’m a monster?” I whisper. Tears well up in my eyes and I have to blink them back. I want to tell her about Mark and what happened that night before I met her. She would keep that secret, too. I don’t, though. I can’t put any more on her.

“No,” she answers me immediately and hugs me to her. The center console is smashed between us and digs into my hip but I don’t move away. I hug her tighter. “I could never think of you like that. I love you. You’re my sister.”

“Alana…” my shoulders shake and I can’t hold the tears back anymore. They come fast and hot. “Thank you.”

Alana lets me go and wipes at my tears. “Listen, you're my family. I don’t give a fuck about the world. Besides, if you knew half the shady shit my family has covered up over the years, you would know that lying about telling some piece of shit to off themselves is nothing.”

I huff out a laugh and swipe at my tears with the back of my sleeve. “I love you so much. I swear I would bury a body in the woods for you.”

There’s a tap at the window and we both scream and jump. It’s Jax. He holds up a bag full of food and gives us a thumbs up. Alana winks at him and gives me a look.

“We should probably keep the death and murder talk to a minimum while my action hero boyfriends are around.”

I nod. “Yeah, good idea.”

A few minutes later we’re back on the road and on our way to the house. Alana flips on the radio and pop music fills the car.

“I’m glad she’s dead.”

I turn in surprise to look at Alana. “What?”

“Dottie Bee. I’m glad she’s dead. I’m glad she did it herself and didn’t put that on you.”

“I would have done it.” It’s the truth, I would have.

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