Page 20 of Broken By Sin

She shrugs. “I did this time.” Both her cousins turn to face me. I slowly push to my feet and relish in the sound of everyone in the room cocking their gun.

“Ah, the fed she let live.” Chanel’s eyes widen as she looks up at her cousin in horror.

“Y-you knew?” Royal pulls his cold stare from me to stare down at his cousin.

“No, Uncle Vin filled me in on what the fuck was going on. Never in my life did I ever think you would ever fuck our family over like this. Shit, not even Amelia would have fucked us like this!”

She draws her gun from the waistband of her jeans, keeps her eyes on her cousin as she points her gun at me. “Want me to put a bullet between his eyes? Want me to prove my loyalty to this family by killing him?” She doesn’t give him a chance to answer. “I never ratted. He was the one who fed me intel. I never disclosed anything about the family.” Her face contorts and she slowly turns to face me with her gun still raised.

“Something on your mind, baby?” I taunt. Vincent growls, while Royal and Havoc move to flank Sin on either side.

“You never pressed me for more than the whereabouts of Chance’s body, why?” The speculation in her tone is clear.

“He was all I needed,” I answer honestly.

“You helped us take the docks from the Albanians, why?”

“Because I want them gone. You and your family don’t sell little girls or boys.” The four of them snarl in disgust. “I never wanted to bring you in, Chanel. I called him–” I motion to Royal as I keep my gaze on her, “because I know the Albanians are planning a trap for the meet in three weeks.”

“How the fuck would a pig know that?” Havoc snaps.

“Because my brother may have hated me but he left a note. The Albanians are coming after me and they know that Chanel has been working with me.” Her eyes widen but I push on. “They think theMemento Moriis working with the feds to take them out, so they plan to ambush you.”

“We set the location!” Royal grits out through clenched teeth.

“But you don’t actually know who is going to be at the meet, do you?” I clap back, making his eyes narrow. He turns back to Chanel and stares down at her with a cold look. I know what comes next and I am prepared for it, ready for it even.

“Kill him.” Two words from her Don and that’s all it takes for my girl to shut down. She closes off every emotion she feels as she slowly turns back to me. Her face is a mask of indifference but her eyes display the torment she feels inside. She knows I know more than I just said about the meet being a trap, but she won’t push me for more or it looks like she is stalling.

Our eyes collide. Her second of hesitation is all I need. I raise my hand and show them the detonator in my hand. “Pull the trigger, baby, and I’m taking you to hell with me.” Her eyes blaze. Royal, Havoc and Vincent have their guns aimed at me ready to shoot but even they won’t take the risk.

“Drop it now,” Havoc shouts.

“You have no leverage,” I snap.

“You sure about that?” Royal smugly replies. I meet his cold stare.

“The only leverage you hold over me is currently pointing a Glock at my head, unless you plan to kill your own flesh and blood then you really have nothing over me.”

“Royal,” Vincent warns, but to both our surprise, Chanel steps forward and places her own gun against her temple.

“Sin, No!”

“Chanel!”

“Stop!”

“Fuck.” the four of us shout in unison. Dread churns inside me at the sight of her holding a gun to her own head.

“Baby, put the gun down,” I plead. She keeps her gaze on me as she closes the space between us leaving a foot of space between our bodies.

“If I don’t kill you, he will kill me.” The conflicted tone in her voice spears me.

“Then kill me, baby, because I will kill him if he touches a single hair on your head.” She tentatively reaches out to me. A whoosh of air escapes me thinking I have managed to talk her down, until she snatches the detonator from my hand, jumps back a step and drops her gun back to her side, while I stand here open mouthed.

“You didn’t really think I would kill myself, did you, Loki?” I grind my teeth so fucking hard my jaw begins to ache. “I told you before, Kacey, I would never betray them. My choice will always be them, they are my blood—”

“Keep telling yourself that, Chanel,” I snarl. “I fucking put my ass on the line for you. Owen wanted you arrested and thrown in a cell to rot but I fucking fought for you and kept you out of prison.” I’m vibrating with rage as I stare down at the woman that fucked me emotionally. She is a virus that has consumed me and there isn’t a cure for it.

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