Page 83 of Devious Kingpin
I stared at the television in shock. And… happiness. It had to be Dante’s doing. A feeling pinged off the walls of my chest, leaving me feeling raw. My chest grew full and the pressure eased, knowing the three men who hurt me were finally dead.They are all dead.
And soon, our parents’ killers would be too. My brother deserved this feeling too. This freedom and revelation that the people who hurt you and the ones you love perished into the dust.
Just as I was about to call my brother, the doorbell rang.
Dropping the phone on the couch, I jumped to my feet and called out, “I’m getting the door!”
Dante had a cook and a cleaner roaming around here. It was actually great for company but not so great when they insisted on waiting on me hand and foot. I was at the door before the maid and grinned smugly.
“I got it,” I assured her, but she remained glued to her spot.
As if she anticipated an attack, although what she would do if it was, I wasn’t sure. I opened the door to find my brother standing there in a thick coat.
“Killian!”
“Hey, sis.” He greeted me, then came in and hugged me, pressing a kiss on my forehead.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, flabbergasted to see him in Chicago.
He shrugged. “I had a man to find but turns out he’s dead, so I decided to visit you.”
“Dead?” I gasped. “Hopefully, he wasn’t a close friend.”
“No.”
I quickly closed the door and glanced over my shoulder. The maid left, going back to whatever she was doing, and I returned my attention to Killian.
“Who is dead?” I questioned in a low voice.
“Nobody for you to worry about.” His clipped answer had the hair on my neck rising. My sixth sense warned me that Killian was probably going after the same people as me. But if I enlightened him, he’d lock me up and throw away the key. He was too protective. So I let it go.
He slipped off his coat, his eyes studying me. “How are you?”
The worry in his voice and his eyes was unmistakable. “Great.” I smiled.
His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t pursue it. I led him into the living room where the news played and Killian’s eyebrows rose.
“Watching the news?”
I shrugged, settling back on the same spot. “I can change it if you want,” I offered.
He shook his head. “Don’t. I’m just surprised you’re watching it. I seem to remember you calling it garbage.”
It was.
“I wasn’t really paying attention to it,” I admitted, lifting my phone. “I was playing on my phone.”
He smiled. “Now that makes sense.”
He took a spot next to me, his eyes traveling around the cozy living room. It was decorated tastefully and with comfort in mind. There was another formal living room in the house, but I preferred this one. I suspected that Dante did too, since I found traces of him all over this room.
His iPad. His watch. Even an empty gun magazine.
“So where is your husband?” Killian questioned.
I shrugged. “California.”
“Why?”
