Kira’s mouth fell open. Her hand dropped into her lap and her skin paled. “You’re joking,” she said. “That’s not possible.”
“Luiza turned us in,” I said. “I saw it. I was there.”
Kira stared at me then shook her head. “Luiza hates them,” she said. “Luiza’s on the outside.”
“You’re fucking wrong about that,” Cam said. “Luiza’s dead by now. You can forget about her.”
I gaped at Cam but his face was a stony mask. I opened my mouth to say something but Kira let out a strangled groan before I could speak.
“You didn’t,” Kira said. “Tell me you didn’t.”
“I didn’t,” Cam said. “But Linc did. There was no stopping him, and you know what? I didn’t try very hard.”
Kira let out a strangled gasp. She blinked as tears dropped down her cheeks. I felt hollow, my feet buzzing and light, like my head might drift like a balloon.
I didn’t know they killed Luiza. Cam hadn’t told me.
And I saw why. It was fucked up. Maybe she deserved it, but she tried to save us in the end, and I thought that counted for something.
Apparently not.
“Bitch turned us in to the Healy family,” Cam growled. “She made her choice. It didn’t work out for her.”
“You asshole,” Kira said. “Fuck you, Cam. I didn’t put you in touch with her to murder her, you asshole.”
“She did this.” He took a step toward Kira, his hands balled into fists.
“Cam,” I said sharply.
He looked at me while Kira sobbed. We stared at each other and I hoped he could see what I felt in my expression: rage, sorrow, confusion. I wanted Cam to be better than this, but he had a girl killed, and I didn’t know how to rectify my growing desire for him with that fact.
He didn’t pull the trigger himself. Linc went ahead and did that. But he still could’ve stopped it if he really wanted to.
Slowly, Cam began to pace again. “I want more names,” Cam said softly.
“Why?” Kira asked angrily. “So you can get more of them killed? The Healy family put them through enough already. They don’t need you fucking them up even more.”
“More names,” Cam said through his teeth. “You owe me that.”
“I don’t owe you shit.”
He turned on her. “You got Omar killed,” Cam said. “I was trying to help you, and you send us to some back-stabbing bitch.”
“Go to hell.” Her face was defiant as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Okay,” I said, stepping into the room. “Enough, okay?”
Cam glared at me again but said nothing.
“Why are you even here?” Kira asked, looking at me. “Why are you still with this guy?”
“Because he watched his friend die yesterday. You can understand why he’s angry, can’t you?”
She sucked in a breath and released it. “I didn’t have anything to do with that.”
“No, you didn’t,” I said, glancing at Cam to make sure he kept his mouth shut. “But Luiza did. I was there, and I know you find it hard to believe, but she was involved. I’m positive she was.”
“Goddamn it,” Kira whispered and looked down at her hands. “I told her to leave those people alone.”
“She couldn’t, could she?” I moved closer to her. “Luiza couldn’t get away. What’d they have on her?”
Kira smiled ruefully. “Drugs probably. I don’t really know.”
“We need more names,” I said. “If you want revenge on the Healy family for making her go down this road, then we need more names.”
She looked at me and I saw the deep hurt, the cracked and broken girl beneath that tough exterior. I recognized myself in her. Hell, I recognized Cam in her.
We weren’t so different, the three of us. Cam was angry, and so was Kira.
I was angry too.
“All right,” Kira said and looked at Cam. “I’ll give you more. But that’s it.”
“When I leave here, I don’t want to see you ever again,” he said, his tone barely controlled.
“Good. Then we can agree about that.”
“You don’t understand.” He stepped closer. “I want you out of my city.”
Kira’s eyes widened. “You can’t—”
“Cam,” I said.
He ignored both of us. “You will leave Philadelphia and never come back,” he said, staring death at Kira. “If you don’t, Linc will find you, and he will kill you. I can’t stop him even if I wanted to, which I don’t. This is your only chance. Give me names, then pack up and go.”
Kira let out a strangled laugh. “I guess it can’t get any worse,” she said. “Fine. Get me something to write with, asshole.” She waved a hand at a desk in the corner of the room. “Pen and paper, top right drawer.”
I walked over and got it for her. She scribbled names and numbers and addresses down, then shoved it into my hands.
“Keep an eye on him,” she said softly. “Don’t end up like me. Get the hell away from them while you can.”