smile of his, listening to what he wants to do to her, while keeping
up the façade,” I said through gritted teeth. “You think he’s forgotten? Well,
I’ve got news for you. He told me he dreams of raping Brooke every day. That he
is working on having her killed. He described his morbid plans every single
time that I visited him, and every time the details became more vivid.”
“Why didn’t
you tell me?” Kenny asked quietly.
Hesitating,
I raked my fingers through my hair. “Why? Because there was no point. It wouldn’t
have made me feel any better.” I looked up at him and caught the dangerous
glint in Kenny’s eyes. Just like me, he stood by his friends and helped in any
way he could, even if that help entailed breaking the law. “Of course, I know
he’s trying to scare me,” I added before Kenny decided to do something stupid.
“But if he was speaking the truth, trust me, I’m going to kill him first,
before he even catches a glimpse of her.”
“Killing
him won’t make you feel better. I don’t have to tell you that,” Kenny remarked,
his tone betraying that he was lying. He was worried about what I might do to
my brother. And rightly so.
“Maybe.” I
stared him down. “But I owe it to Brooke. To my father, who’s still in a coma.
I owe it to myself for allowing Nate to fool me the way he did. You can’t stop
me. Not when he’s killed so many people and when I know he’ll probably do it
again.”
Kenny
leaned forward, his lips curling into a smile. “Stopping you was never my plan.
But I’ll gladly join you. You tell me when and where, and I’ll be there way
before you, getting rid of him once and for all.”
“No, I’m
doing it.” I looked at him hard. “It’s my job.”
Every day I
kept telling myself that I’d get my chance for revenge. I wouldn’t let someone
else rob me of the chance once the opportunity presented itself.
“Then know
I’ll have your back.” His expression was serious.
For the
first time, I felt hopeful.
A mutual
understanding passed between us. Of course, Kenny would never let me down. He
never did.
“So…how are
things between Brooke and you?” he asked carefully.
I stood,
taking my time with a reply as I headed for the liquor cabinet. Grabbing two
glasses and a bottle, I walked back and poured us some bourbon. I handed Kenny
his glass, then dropped on the sofa opposite from him. Ignoring his questioning
look, I chinked my glass against his before I took a large gulp. It was only
when the alcohol began to course through my veins that I could feel myself
relaxing a little.
“I told
Brooke it’s complicated,” I said eventually. “That’s all she needs to know
right now.”
“Did she
believe you?” Kenny’s tone betrayed his doubt.
“No.” I
shook my head slowly. “Of course not. She believes I want to kill her to get
the fucking Lucazzone estate. Seems like we haven’t moved an inch in terms of
building trust.” I grimaced and drained the glass, then refilled it.
“There’s
still enough time to tell her, you know. I’m sure she’ll understand why you
need to get away.”
I grimaced
again. “Why’s everyone pushing me? First Tiffany, then Brian, and now you. You
realize Brooke’s pregnant?”
“She’s a
lot stronger than you give her credit for, bro,” Kenny said. “If she knew what
was going on, she’d play along.”
I stared at
him. He obviously knew nothing about Brooke if he believed she’d just let me do
my thing without getting involved. “And stress her more, or worse, get her
involved while risking her life as well as the life of our baby? Sorry, not
happening,” I said gravely. “Given her condition, I can’t take the risk. Her
doctor has been very clear. I don’t expect you to understand, but Brooke’s
condition makes her more susceptible to suffering a miscarriage than other
pregnant women. It’s not worth it.” I didn’t need to specify what Brooke’s
“condition” was. Kenny knew she had