27. Davina
27
Davina
M ason hangs out with Owen most of the night, stealing sexy glances in my direction ever so often. I’d like to say he looks like he’s having fun but he doesn’t. They’re deep in conversation, barely playing pool.
“You won’t believe this,” Sloan says. “Someone killed Aiden. Stabbed him in a men’s bathroom. Crazy, right?”
“That is crazy,” I mumble in disbelief.
It had to be Collin. It’s the only thing that makes sense. “I need some fresh air. Be right back.”
I step outside the back door, looking around for him. My gut tells me he’s here.
“I know you’re there,” I call out. A few seconds later, he emerges from the shadows. “Did you do it? Did you kill him?”
He shrugs. “You deserve better than a man who doesn’t make you come, sweetheart.”
“So, you kill him? Just like that.”
“You seem surprised. I’m more surprised that Charles didn’t take care of it himself. Guess he never was much of a fighter.”
“He’s just nothing like you. He doesn’t kill innocent people.”
His jaw clenches in anger. “How long did you wait before you started fucking him? A week? Days?”
“You left without a word. Besides, we both know you only liked the idea of me. You were too wild to be tied down.”
“Funny. Charles basically said the same thing.”
“He was always the smart one,” I say.
“No, he was always the safe one. The one who never takes risks. How much do you think he’ll risk to take me down? Your life? Your son’s life? How old is little Charlie?”
“You won’t hurt me or my son.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Every war has innocent casualties. I promise you this. I will kill my brother. It’s just a matter of time. Everything he’s taken from me will be mine.”
My stomach churns. I thought I loved him once. Thought I knew him. All I know now is that he’s a monster.