Page 130 of His Darkest Obsession
I hate how eager he looks, like a fucking kid on Christmas morning waiting to watch someone open the booby-trapped present he's wrapped.
This is my fucking wife's past he's talking about here. Not some juicy tell-all published in the tabloids.
"Vasya, take another drink, and calm down," I tell him. "Let me read it."
Vassily grins, takes a long pull from the bottle, and smacks his lips as he throws his head back. He offers the bottle to Roma as the shit-eating grin on his face grows wider.
"Want a pull, Romochka? You look like you could use one now that you're back to being the least useful one of the three of us."
Roma crosses his arms over his chest, his expression stone-cold. "Shut the fuck up, Vasya."
I look down at the manila folder resting on my desk. Inside are all the answers I've been searching for - the secret that both Indigo and Bennet have tried so fucking hard to hide.
My fingers hover over the edge. Once I open this, there's no going back. Whatever's in there cannot be unlearned.
I think about Amara's journal entry from all those weeks ago when I broke into their apartment:"Miels is crying again tonight. She's been doing that a lot this summer. Ever since she got that internship."
I need to know what happened to her.
I pull out the document and start reading. Each word makes the blood in my veins burn hotter. Red bleeds into my vision as I read, and by the time I finish just the first line—and there are many more—I slam the folder shut with enough force to make the desk shake.
My hands are trembling with rage.
I'm going to fucking kill him. I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM!
Vassily looks at me with a disappointed pout. "What the fuck, Tolya? Aren't you going to read the rest?"
"No." My voice sounds strange even to my own ears. Deadly calm when there's a hurricane raging inside me.
"What do you mean, no?" Vassily's eyes widen in genuine confusion. "This is fucking gold! This is everything we need to?—"
"I DON'T NEED TO READ ANOTHER FUCKING WORD!" I stand up quickly and send the chair crashing behind me.
Vassily recoils at my sudden anger, and even Roma uncrosses his arms.
"I have a job for both of you." I look at them as I bring my voice back to a semblance of steadiness. "Roma, go back to the mansion and make sure Indigo is safe. Don't let her out of your sight."
Roma nods.
"Vasya. You're coming with me."
"Where are you going?" Roma asks.
I look down at my hand and see that it's balled into a fist. The knuckles are white, but all I want is to see Bennet's blood on them.
"I'm going to fucking kill Grant Bennet."
"What? Why?" Roma asks. "Vasya just told us this will give us control over Bennet! And you're going to kill him now?"
"Yes, now." The rage is so thick in my throat I can barely breathe through it. "That motherfucker needs to die!"
"Only if you tell me what's in there that's worth throwing everything away," Roma persists.
"Romochka is right, Tolya." Vassily joins in. "You need to see reason! I didn't go through all this fucking trouble just so?—"
I'm around the desk before he can finish, haul him out of his seat by his expensive silk shirt, and slam him in the window so hard that that it cracks.
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU WENT THROUGH!" I roar into his face. "I WILL NOT ALLOW GRANT BENNET TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY!"
