Page 194 of Filthy Savage

Now let’s hope the school doesn’t make me take my sunglasses off.

“Please, Lilith!” Amara begs, and I almost feel something.

Almost. But it’s not enough.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” she cries. “Don’t kill me and my babies.”

Oh, right. She’s pregnant. I almost forgot. That’s too bad.

“You can save your tears, dear sister. They’re a damn waste.”

“I love you, Lilith. Please! If you tell me how to fix this, I will! We can be a family! I wanted one for so long! You know I did.”

I blow out an exhausted sigh. “That’ll never happen. You ruined my life!”

She jerks back from my shouting. “How?”

“Every single day you’ve been alive, every day they looked for you and swore they’d find you, was a day that I lived in the shadows.” I get to my feet. “And when you’re gone, we’ll all finally be happy. I’ll give them the closure they’ve always needed.” My mouth curls. “I’ll give them your death.”

She sobs, unable to control her pathetic emotions. “When did you know? When did you find out we’re sisters?”

“Oh, I knew before I inserted myself into Emily’s life. Became her instant BFF just so I could get to you.”

My grin is smug, and why wouldn’t it be? None of them knew shit! I deserve an Oscar.

“I took an ancestry test online, and surprise, we matched.”

“Oh my God. You’re…you’re GS!”

“Ding, ding.”

“I—I messaged you! I thought maybe you were my dad’s child or something, but you never wrote back.”

I snicker. “Of course not. I couldn’t tell you I discovered who you were. And when I followed you to Julius’s house, I put it all together. Because our parents always suspected someone who worked in the hospital took you. Then I discovered Julius’s dad worked as security there when I was born, and voila! I had the story.”

“But my mother never wanted me,” she whispers. “I don’t understand.”

I shrug. “Don’t know what to tell you, sis, but that’s what happened. He took you.”

She starts to cry again. My God, she’s pitiful. What did my parents ever see in her?

“Why Julius? Why did he want me dead?” She pants. “What did I do to him?”

“Oh, that. Well, his father had a change of heart or something. Wanted to add you to the will. And Julius being Julius, he wanted to prevent that from happening.”

“Oh my God,” she whispers as I continue.

“He told me his father wouldn’t hear it, and after he failed to convince him not to give you any money, Julius decided you had to die. Isn’t he a peach?”

She studies my face through her grief, like she’s seeing me for the first time, and I hope she likes what she sees, because I’m damn amazing.

“If you ask me, I think his dad just wanted to play nice with you so you wouldn’t go digging.”

She cries.

Aww, she actually looks sad. How cute.

Flipping my hair back, I continue with the story. “After I followed you to the restaurant where you met him, we struck up a conversation. He didn’t exactly know I was your sister.” My grin grows. “I told him you were my crazy friend, trying to come between my family and me, and he bought it. I don’t think he cared what the reason was. He just wanted a partner.”

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