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“Jesus Christ.” Betsy spun on her heel with a roll of her eyes. “You talk a lot of shit for a woman who’s tied up. One more word out of you and I’ll have Kyle give you the same treatment that the old ball and chain got. You know how easy it was to leave Grey’s kutte in your house? I really expected you to take the bait and start second-guessing your old man, but you disappointed me, Molly.”

“You put the flowers in Grey’s casket and left behind Comedian’s card, didn’t you? You set him up to take the fall for not only Grey’s death, but my mother’s as well,” Lauren snarled.

“I did,” Betsy replied. “Nobody gave a fuck about me, but I knew everything there was to know about them. I used that to my advantage to take down the woman who stole my throne.”

“What throne?” I asked, knowing full well she’d never been equipped to handle the problems that came with the crown.

Her eyes seemed wistful. “If you hadn’t fucked it all up, my family would be together. My son would still be alive! You took everything from me, so I simply returned the favor. Tit for tat, Celia. Grey… your parents… Angel… Kate. How does it feel, knowing you’ve lost it all?”

I risked another glance toward the wall.

Five down.

One to go.

“Where is my family, Betsy? Where are Jamie and Kate?”

She pushed her lips out into a fake pout. “I sold Kate to the highest bidder. Apparently, he got a taste and wanted more.”

Jeremy.

“Who’s to say what he’s going to do with her… see that’s the difference between me and these other guys. I reward my men. Maybe if Grey had done the same, you never would’ve been raped. Now, I can’t say the same for Kate.” Her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“And where is Jamie?” I fought to keep my voice steady, balling my free hand into a fist.

“Right here.” She gestured to one of the men, and he disappeared into a bedroom, only to reappear moments later, dragging something behind him.

“Not sure you’re going to want him, though. Even broken, he still refused to turn on anyone within his own club. I led him right to the water’s edge, but couldn’t make him drink. So now, I’ll watch him drown.”

The man bound before me was unrecognizable as the man who’d left me on a dance floor just four months ago. Old and new bruises covered almost every part of his emaciated body and even tied up, his right arm hung at an awkward angle as if it had been broken.

Jamie blinked up at Betsy before weakly turning his head toward me.

For so long, the events from the night I was attacked had held me in their grip. But as I faced another monster, I realized that my weakness had never been the men who’d used their bodies to wound me; it was the broken man lying near my feet.

A man who was still wearing a wedding band on his left ring finger. The man I’d vowed to love until I took my last breath.

The day I take it off is the day you’ll know I’ve given up on us.

I touched the diamond on my own hand and met his gaze, watching as the first signs of hope ignited in his blue eyes before tilting my face up to Betsy’s.

“Your plan would’ve been perfect were it not for one little thing,” I said as Molly worked to free Lauren’s hands.

“And what’s that?” Betsy sneered. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like I’m winning.”

“Mikey.” The color drained from her face. “You got distracted from taking me down because you were looking for his killer—”

“And once I kill you, I’ll keep looking.”

I shook my head, my mouth lifting into a half-smile. “That’ll pose a problem because I’m the only one who can tell you who killed him.”

Six down.

Zero to go.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Kate

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