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Levi: What is it?

Callie: You’re not gonna like it.

Levi: Try me.

Those three little dots dance on the screen for what feels like forever and I hold my breath, anxiously waiting for whatever she’s about to say.

Callie: I wanna kill them all.

Callie: Not now. In three years.

Callie: I want them to suffer like we do. Only worse. I want blood and pain and screaming and torture.

Callie: All that fun stuff.

I laugh lightly and sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning my elbows on my knees while I type out a reply.

Levi: When’s your birthday?

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Levi

Present..

Wren hasn’t said a word.

This whole time I’ve been talking, he’s been staring at me with this painfully blank expression on his face, completely unmoving like I’ve frozen him into shock, and I won’t deny his silence is making me even more nervous than I already am.

Fuck, I wish I knew what he was thinking.

Kai’s mumbling shit no one can understand considering they’re still gagged and Damon’s practically shaking with rage. I wouldn’t be surprised if his wrists are ripped to shreds with the way he’s pulling on those handcuffs behind his back.

“Tell her what happened next.”

Callie flinches at the sound of his voice and I lock my jaw, barely resisting the temptation to put a bullet through my father’s skull right here and now.

Not yet.

“A few weeks later, your friend Dean told us about this girl he had running bags for him on the streets of Vegas,” I explain, ignoring the way she glares at the word us. “Said she was a cocky little badass with an attitude problem but other than that, she was good at what she did and knew how to keep her mouth shut. We agreed to meet her, and then..”

“And then you showed up,” Killian finishes for me, grinning at the memory.

He couldn’t believe his fucking luck when she walked through that door for the first time all those years ago. The object of his new found obsession had come back to him, and he didn’t even have to lure her in to get it done. She was here and he fucking loved it, having her run his coke for him when she had no idea he was the one who raped her that night.. he got off on it.

Her glare deepens and I drop my eyes to my lap, unable to witness the clear betrayal there.

“You’ve been here this whole time?”

I nod, biting down on the inside of my cheek so hard it hurts.

Every job, every pickup, I was right here, watching her from the shadows, protecting her from him the only way I knew how. I let her believe Louis was her friend and I fucking hate myself for it, but I don’t regret it. If I’d have come clean and told her who the boss man really was, she’d have lost her shit and probably gotten herself killed in the process.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I’ll never let that happen.

“And the night the boys came with me?”

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