Page 29 of Pucked Around and Found Out

“Who is he talking about?” My stomach is in knots and something about the look in my friends eyes, tells me that what he’s about to say next is going to blow my mind and add another complication to this already fucking complicated as fuck war.

“Caspian Vought has no idea he’s Alex’s brother.” Carn’s words knock the air right out of my lungs and sends my mind spiraling.

He’s already betrayed Xaden by being a snitch, and now he’s done it again without even knowing.

CHAPTER TWELVE

XADEN

My men have swept every hospital, emergency center, and clinic within a hundred miles, trying to locate Masen.

Andrade confirmed what I already assumed earlier, Steven Kellar died in Somerset General in the early hours. He lasted six hours post-warehouse. They couldn't list the cause of death as anything other than multiple catastrophic injuries because there was no single adequate word for the sum of what I left him with.

I feel nothing about this that requires examining.

Three down.

We know Meekan is dead, the fact that we can't locate his body means nothing to me. I just need confirmation that Masen the cocksucking cunt is dead. I need to hear someone say the words.

In this life, you never assume anything without proof.

My mind is a pit of darkness these days—a vortex that sucks you in and digs its claws so deep you can't escape. I can't think clearly. Can't focus on anything except the crushing weight of self-loathing and disgust.

I had all three Kellars at my mercy.

Ready to wipe their existence from the face of the earth and finally be free of them all.

I held the blade to her throat, ready to end it. To claim the flawless victory I'm owed.

But my mind and my body were at war. One wanted her dead. The other couldn't do it.

I fucking hesitated.

That's something I've never done before. Not once. I don't even have to think about killing—it comes as naturally as breathing. Muscle memory.

“Boss?”

I look up from the blank screen of my laptop and see Andrade standing in the doorway.

“What is it?” My tone is cold and clipped. Andrade doesn't cower or shy away, that's why he was promoted. Much like Caspian, he can handle my anger and still get the job done.

“We need to head back to your apartment.”

My brows furrow. We came back to my father's house four days ago because the apartment in town, that Cas and I share, was too small. After the men scoped this place out and confirmed it wasn't being watched, we moved.

The Feds may have busted the warehouse and saved the fairy, but something's off. They haven't made a move against me or frozen any of my assets.

“Why?” That single word carries a warning, this motherfucker better make his point quick or I'm going to unleash my fury on his ass.

He stands tall and meets my gaze with a stony expression. “The apartment has been... vandalized, sir.”

Fury consumes me like wildfire. “Find me the cunt who did it. I want their fucking lips⁠—”

“We already have, boss.”

Something in his tone makes me hold back from biting his head off for interrupting. The way his eyes flicker sends an uneasy feeling unraveling inside me.

I dare him with a look to confirm my suspicion about who the fuck targeted my home.