Page 128 of Relentless Sinner

The problem now is our prime suspects are both dead.

I sit next to my father and allow the acrid silence to stretch for a few more seconds. When it gets too much, I clear my throat and look at every single person at the table, taking in every twitch and flicker of expression on their faces.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” I start, my voice low and meticulously measured. “I know one of you killed Damien and Yuri. So, just confess.”

I’m going for straight to the point today. I’m tired as fuck from running around all night looking for Salvatore, and this situation here is just one more thorn in my side.

The only good thing I can take from it is that Damien and Yuri are no longer a threat. But the threat is still here.

My theory is that Levka and Magnus turned against them. I would have assumed it was the cartel guys if not for the fact that Damien and Yuri were poisoned.

“What makes you think someone here did it?” Levka is the first to speak like I knew he would.

Fool.He doesn’t know that opportunity I threw on the table was his chance to confess.

Now I glance at Eric, who nods at me, giving me the backing to go ahead and do what I must.

On my way here I decided this shit needed to end today. Now that people are dead—members of my family—the stakes got raised.

“Tell me where you were last night,” I throw back my own demand at him.

His brows knit. “I was fucking two strippers.”

“And you, Magnus?” I look at my only remaining uncle.

His face is stern but holds no real emotion. “I was at home all night. There’s surveillance in my house. You can check it.”

I smile back at him and Levka. “Surveillance and fucking. You think that’s enough to save you?”

“Are you suggesting we did it?” Levka’s eyes widen and he grits his teeth.

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”

“This is an outrage. What do you think of this, Uncle?” He looks at my father, who issues him the same dominant stare.

“Let the Pakhan speak. This is his court, not mine,” Father replies.

“You must have an opinion on the matter.”

“I do. And I would kill you right the fuck now if it were up to me. Be grateful your Pakhan is giving you a chance to save your neck.”

That’s the first time my father has ever taken my side. I glance at him, and we nod at each other.

Levka and Magnus suddenly look like two frightened birds sitting in a hot seat.

“You’re talking like there’s evidence,” Magus fumes.

“Here’s what we have so far. Solid evidence that shows someone here set up for my wife to be kidnapped months ago. We also have evidence of a bomb being left at the company that was supposed to kill my father and me. And lastly, there are secret dealings with the cartel to kill me.”

“You think that was us?” Magnus shouts, his eyes wild with fury.

Levka’s eyes, on the other hand, tell a different story. He was never good at keeping a straight face for too long. He looks panicked. The way a guilty person would look when confronted with an accusation.

“What do you have to say, Levka?” I focus on him, and so does everyone else.

“I think you’re fucking mad.”

I nod at the Creed guards, who get up and seize both Levka and Magnus. Two grab their arms and hold them in a lock behind the chair, while two more holds guns to their heads. The fifth opens the little case of poison specially prepared for this occasion.

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