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I opened my eyes and I was in a room…definitely a basement. One look left and right and I could tell I was chained to a bed, and none of this was boding well for me.
“Good, you’re awake.” Aiden smiled above me.
“I’ve decided I hate you,” I said.
He chuckled. “Boo-hoo…however will I recover?” He hit a button and the back of the bed rose, putting me in the sitting position.
My eyes widened to see Finn, Rowan, and Oscar tied up in front of me. They weren’t in beds; instead they were in chairs.
“What the hell are you doing, Aiden?” Finn had a trickle of blood on his temple, but the other two just seemed to be exhausted.
“What I have to, Fred.” He shrugged.
“You’ll never get away with this. Do you think any of the shot-callers or enforcers are going to sit idly by and let you kill the highest-ranking members of the family and not come after you?”
He rolled his motherfucking stupid eyes. “Funny thing about that. See, Oscar here explained to me that support was everything. But with Sean alive and you, well, that would be hard. Everyone would flock over to you or him, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sway them.” He snorted.
“So you devised a plan to kill us all and come out of this the hero. The blank gun the detective found, it was to make it appear like you were being shot at too. You probably had blood bags attached to you or were planning to fall down, miraculously not getting hit. Then what, you’d be the only survivor and everyone would bow before you, and that would be that?”
He sneered. “But you had to change things up and not die.”
“Oh, sorry about that.”
He rushed over to me and wrapped his hand around my neck. He squeezed but not enough to stop my breathing, just enough for me to be uncomfortable.
“You never even wanted any of this. You wanted to walk away and honestly, I’d have let you but no, that’s not how it worked. So I had to kill you and Sean…you were in my way!”
He released me and I cleared my throat. “Why Aine?”
He walked over to Rowan, who glared at Aiden.
“Aine was too smart. If she lived, she’d have figured it all out and while she may not have come at me on her own, she was smart enough to get others on her side…Haven Hart mostly. I couldn’t have that.” He smiled. “With my plan, everyone would see me as someone who tried to save you, even Zion, who would tell Vincenzo and I’d be thanked, supported, and have an army as I took my seat at the head of the table.”
“How are you this delusional? My father always said you were smart, here you are…being all dumb.”
He lifted his gun and, without hesitation, shot me in the leg.
“Fuck!” I shouted. It was as if fire was eating at my flesh and crawling up my bones. My damn mouth always got me in trouble.
“He did think I was smart.” He came back over to me and pressed his hand on the wound. The pain was razor sharp, and I thought I’d throw up or black out…maybe both.
“Your father once told me he wished I was his son so that he’d be leaving his legacy in the hands of someone worthy.” He removed his hand from my leg.
“Great,” I hissed. “You should be so proud to have something in common with a psychopath.”
“You’re only alive because I need you to contact Albert and clear me of all of this. I was willing to war with the Bleeding Angels—no question we’d win, but the Fire Demons, no. He can fix things.”
“Hold on.” I shifted my leg, blood was oozing out of the wound at an alarming rate. “You want me to tell Albert you’re a nice person so the ladies don’t hunt you down?” I laughed. “After your spectacle at the train station?” Jesus, he was stupid. “Vincenzo isn’t going to rest until you’re dead.”
The door opened and Declan, one of my shot-callers, entered.
“We just had a visitor, some woman asking for the old lady next door.”
“Declan?”
He looked over at me and spit. “Fucking fairy.”
I nodded. “Ahh, I see. So you turned Declan and his Manchester sector against me because I’m gay…gotcha. Who else is on your side, Aiden?”
