I glare at the bastard. Sienna is a subject that is off fucking limits.
“You carry on with this path for vengeance, you’re going to destroy that girl.”
I shrug, “She’s a fucking Silver.”
His brows furrow. “That is true, but we don’t fucking torture the innocent.”
I scoff, “I haven’t tortured her.”
A small smile plays on his lips. “You did. Last night you made her watch as Mayer died. That woman you held and made watch as her friend died, a friend she considered a brother. That’s torture. As much as you want to act as though you don’t care. You fucking do.
“What?” Where the fuck did that come from?
He nods, “After I dropped you off here last night, I went and did some digging. Raylee and Mayer have been best friends since they were fucking kids. Add in Gabriella Sanchez, the three of them were closer than some siblings. Mayer was the girl’s protector, and from what everyone has said, the girls were his light. His solace. So yes, you fucking tortured her last night.”
“How the fuck did we not know this?” I yell, this is fucking bullshit.
He shakes his head, “You still can’t see it, can you?”
My hands ball into fists, “Don’t,” I warn him.
“Sienna played you. The shit she relayed to you, none of it’s true. So what the fuck was her game? What did she tell them?”
“She’s fucking dead,” I growl, she’s dead because the Silvers found out that she was helping me.
She was brutally raped, tortured, and killed. Those bastards broke into my office and left her body for me. A fucking present. Wrapped up with a fucking bow.
“She is dead, Mal, but I’m not wrong in what I’m saying. It’s time to forget everything that bitch told you and start from scratch.” He points at the file that’s on the counter. “Read that, and then call me. I’m going to do some more recon.”
I nod, “What about Raylee? You really think she’s innocent?”
He shakes his head, “I don’t know, but it does look as though that could be the case. And in case you were wondering. I don’t know how she is. She’s not surfaced since she was taken home last night.”
I narrow my eyes, bastard sees way too fucking much. “I wasn’t wondering.”
He chuckles, “Of course you weren’t. The funeral is the day after tomorrow, are we going?”
I raise a brow, “What do you think?”
He rubs his hands together gleefully. “Anything to piss off Harry and Ashton. Think about what I said, read the file, and then think about that bitch.”
I don’t answer him. I just turn my back on him, dismissing him as I do. I stalk towards the counter and reach for the file.
Sienna Harrow was fun, pretty, and sweet. Whenever she wanted to be. She finagled her way into my bed. I won’t lie. I was led around by my dick. That shit’s stopped since then. She acted like pure sugar and spice. Until I found out that she was a fucking snake. My bed wasn’t the only one she was warming, but as much as I hated the woman, what was done to her wasn’t deserved and for that alone I’m taking the Silvers down.
As far as the Silvers were concerned, Sienna was mine and the things they did to her should never have been done to anyone. But, she wasn’t the first they did it too and she’s not been the last. I have no clue as to which of the fuckers did it to her, but when I find out, they’ll be the first to die.
I sit on the kitchen stool and begin to read the dossier that Christian had brought.
Each word has my gut twisting, the shit that the Silvers have done are even worse than I thought.
Gang rapes, drugging the women to make them more pliable so they’ll not fight. They also hold auctions for the women who are ‘problems’ for them. Fucking auctions. Fuck.
Not one mention of Raylee as part of the organization. But that doesn’t mean that she’s not part of it. When my aunt Makenna was rising to the top, there was only those in the know that knew about her. Everyone else believed that it was Seamus, her father, that was running things.
Keeping Raylee out of the spotlight would be easy to do. Yet, surely someone would know?
Flashes of her grief hit me and I can’t help but wonder if maybe I’m wrong.