Page 41 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
Chapter Sixteen
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Turns out, zeroing out someone’s bank account and reroutingall future deposits will really piss them off. Especially when they’re bringing in the sheer volume the Widowmakers are. They all scrambled to figure out what was happening, searching for their mole. My men and I got to sit back and let them rip each other apart one by one.
Sin rounds the corner, his eyes scanning the room until they land on me, his footfalls heavy on the hardwood floors as he hurries over to me, my hackles rising in anticipation. This doesn’t look like good news.
“The Willow Killer hit again. You’re not gonna fucking believe who.”
“I’m not going to mimic you like a fucking owl, Sin, who the fuck did he hit?”
“Pestilence.” I stand up so fast the chair flips over behind me, my knuckles resting on the tabletop so I can lean forward and brace myself.
“You’refucking kidding me. We can’t even find that fucker, either of them! How did he get to him first?”
“I don’t know, Prez, but you need to call Wes back; we’ve got four missed calls on the burner.”
Jesus Christ. Wrath drops the phone in my hand, and I march up to my room, calling him as I take the steps.
“Finally. You’re a difficult fucker to get ahold of.”
“Yeah, been a little preoccupied,” I tell him.
“So I’ve heard.”
“Tell me you’ve got something good. Anything. We need to find this guy, and now.” I open the door to my room, disappointment washing over me that Saige isn’t sitting in her spot on the bed, greeting me with an evil glare that could cut glass.
“Well, you won’t be finding any guy. It’s a woman.” My steps falter in the entryway of my room. There’s no way I heard him correctly.
“The Willow Killer is a woman?”
“Saige Russo is the Willow Killer. Her family was killed in a car accident almost eleven years ago. Vincent, Maria, and Willow Russo. She went to college and got a law degree, but then . . .” Wes’ words are drowned out by the blood rushing between my ears. I stumble forward, bracing myself on the metal footboard.
“Wes, Saige Russo? You’re sure? Be fucking sure.”
“Positive. All roads lead to her. But if you want to bring her down, you might want to hurry. There are about ten different hits out on her on the dark web.”
“Thanks for your help, I’ll be in touch,” I manage to say as my vision gets hazy.
I’ve stared down death, seen the barrel of a gun inches from my face, felt the terror of my own blood being taken, seen Lucas and his woman’s bodies destroyed by evil men, but this? This is different. Fuck, it was all right there in front of me, and I was too goddamn blind to see it. All the half-truths, all the vile venom she injected into my veins, and I’d been too consumed to put it together on my own.
The writing was always on the wall, the way she tracked me down, her plans to take me away to kill me. She was fucking serious. Her hate for clubs, her unwavering strength in the face of a threat.Jesus Christ.I didn’t see any of it because I didn’t want to. I knew I didn’t know a goddamn thing about the woman, and yet I wanted her anyway.
She sat right in front of us and asked questions about herself, what a twisted, smart, pain in the fucking ass. Now I know the truth of who she really is, and it scares the shit out of me. What scares me more? The fact that she’s now in danger.
I turn and race down the steps, taking them three at a time. “Wrath!”
“Yeah, Prez, where’s the fire?”
“Almost ten years ago, when that car accident happened, I ran the red light and caused that car to flip? Do you remember?”
“Yeah, they were all dead on impact, we tried to revive them, but we had to leave before the police arrived.”
“Yeah, I asked you to pay the funeral expenses. Do you still have that info? Can you get the last known address of that family? I need it now.”
“Yeah, give me ten.”
“You’ve got five.”
