Page 74 of The Beautiful Dead

“What?” I glanced at him, my mind still tangled in thoughts of Brielle’s slow descent into madness.

“You need to amend the terms of your trust fund.”

“Oh.” That had slipped my mind.

“And,” Ghost continued, spinning his pen between his fingers, “I figured you might want to leakeverythingBrielle and Brock have done. Once they’re no longer breathing, of course. Destroy their name completely. Make sure no one remembers them as anything but the fucking filth they are.”

My heart thundered in my chest. I’d beensmall-minded. Too focused on the immediate. Butthis—this was a reckoning that would extend beyond their deaths. This was theirlegacygoing up in flames.

I rubbed my hands together, leaning toward him. “I’m in.”

Ghost clapped me on the back. “That’s my boy.”

Something strange flickered in my chest. A tight pull at the edges of my ribs. Ghost didn’t question me. Didn’t hesitate at my silence and didn’t push when I got lost in the haze of my mind, drowning in visions of blood and retribution.

I understood the darkness. Craved it now that my eyes had been opened, but he welcomed it.

Domino had been called away by his father, leaving Ghost and me alone—something he wasn’t fond of. He didn’t like me being out of his line of sight lately. His possessiveness had grown to be all-consuming after he had claimed me in front of everyoneat Deveraux. That story had spread like wildfire through Marlow Heights.

Ghost worked in silence for hours, fingers flying over the keyboard, shifting between encrypted records and security systems like he was playing. But the moment his smirk faded into a frown, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled.

“Remi,” he said, voice unreadable. “Look at this.”

I turned to the screen, rows of falsified documents flickering beneath the glow of the monitor. Blackmail payments. Redacted reports. None of it surprising—I’d found similar files in Brielle’s office.

But then I saw it.

The name.

Domino’smother.

A strange, sharp pulse of something dark curled inside me.

“What do you know about his mother?” Ghost asked.

Not much. Domino was a vault when it came to Catalina. Getting him to talk about her was like pulling teeth. “Only that she died when he was a kid. He said the Gallos killed her.”

Ghost exhaled, something unreadable flashing through his eyes before he masked it. “That’s the story Federico told him, that the Gallos cut the brakes on her car. That she died on impact. Domino only survived because he was strapped into a car seat.”

A storm churned inside me.

Alie.

EverythingFedericotold him. Everything hebelieved.

If these documents were correct… Brielle had something to do with her death.

My vision sharpened, thoughts tightening into something sharp and focused.Not rage.

Calculation.

“Domino’s going to want to see this,” Ghost murmured, studying me. “What do you think he’ll do?”

I didn’t answer.

Because I alreadyknew.

When the lid to Pandora’s Box was opened, hell would be unleashed on Marlow Heights. And every single person involved in Catalina’s murder and cover-up would burn.

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