63. The Butcher
The Butcher
LIAM
Seeing my little sister in my best friend’s arms still wasn’t something I was used to, but I was grateful she had him, because I knew Sara would be safe with him, no matter what.
Just like her little secret was safe with me, and it always would be, along with all the others I was keeping.
Which was exactly why nobody could know the real reason Gina and I had broken up—not even Gina, because it would be the unraveling of the carefully woven tapestry of deceit I’d been forced to weave. One lie, feeding right into the next, like a snake eating its tail.
Carter had been absolutely right. I would do whatever it took to protect Gina, and I had . I loved her too much to put her in such a compromising situation, because I’d become the very thing she despised—a criminal.
Someone who had sold out my best friend and my kid sister to the mob because that blackmail they’d found—was payment called due for the very first thread that had ever been woven.
The knot that threatened to come back and strangle me at any moment— the body I’d buried for my sister, the night of the charity auction.
The night we’d both killed someone .
The golden boy, the optimist my sister once knew, he was long gone.
That note with the bloody thumbprint was just another thread with another steep cost, and that bill with the Leones, wasn’t even remotely close to paid.