Page 39 of The Veiling

He sat down, resting his elbows on his knees as he glared at me. “Doyoureally think I’m dumb enough to believe that you help save everyone once and suddenly you’re this hero?”

“I never called myself a hero, Liam.”

“So, you have been fucking with us, then.” He rolled his tongue between his lips with a suspicious glare on me.

“I never said that either.”

“If you fucking hurt one hair on Valentino or Isabelle’s head—”

“Let me stop you there.” I extended my hand. “I’m not here to fight any of you.”

“I want to like you. You’ve helped us so much,” he exhaled, “but we have quite a long, negative history.”

I understood one hundred percent. While he remained like family to the rest of mine, we had drifted apart by default when Valentino and I had a falling out. After that, William hated me.

Besides London, I had not given anyone a reason to trust me, yet. It was finally time to prove blood was thicker than water. I took a big drag off the cigar and noticed he had not blinked in some time. “What?”

“You poisoned Isabelle with a shrimp.”

Finally, someone got it right. I let out a small laugh.

“What?!” He tightened his gaze.

I shook my head. “Nothing. Just thinking.”

RING! RING!

I slapped my hand on my pocket, confirming if it was mine.

“Speaker!” William snarled. “I don’t fucking trust you completely just yet.”

Hayden’s face appeared in the background behindSlide to Answer. “Shit. It’s Felipe again.”Pronto?

Marco!Shockingly, Hayden’s voice came through the phone.

Bro! I thought you were dea—

Dead. I know. No, I’m not, he panted.He was bluffing to scare you.

Clearly, he doesn’t know me well.

Listen, we need to meet up and talk ASAP.The call began to break up.

William scooted to the edge of his seat, glaring at the screen. “Meet him,” he muttered under his breath.

When and where?

I’m being dragged to Colomb— the phone went dead.

“Fuck,” I murmured.

“He’s going to Colombia with them.” William sprang to his feet. “We have to go immediately.”

“As soon as Isabelle’s doctor leaves, we can.”

He shook his head. “Tomorrow morning.”

“What’s going on?” Valentino asked from the doorway.

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