This could and would go back to him, but I’d take that risk. I kept that smashed footage of the summer party, but after that day in the Ferris wheel, I want to know the truth even more than Astrid.
I knew Jonathan’s company would get it done even before the police.
My brows furrow as I watch what happened that day.
Astrid banged on my door after I kicked her out. If I didn’t kick her out, that accident wouldn’t have happened.
She danced under the moon all alone like a fucking angel.
My jaw clenches as she starts running. I go through all the other cameras, trying to get a view of the two running after her.
Him.
I knew it.
I continue watching the footage, but the cameras stop right at the road. There’s no footage of Astrid being hit. There’s only a side view of the car that’s speeding down the road.
I’m about to close it when I notice something.
Wait a fucking second.
I reload back and then forth. Back and forth.
Well, fuck.
This changes everything.
Aiden, Xan, Ronan, and Cole stand by my side as Chris shivers on the ground alongside his minions.
My knuckles are bleeding from beating him to a pulp. He just admitted to being behind the photos. He wanted to get back at me so he ruined my ‘plaything’. That got him a punch that broke his nose.
The two juniors, David and Michael remain huddled in the corner, stammering that they didn’t do anything.
I pull Chris by the collar until I’m breathing in his face. “Now, tell me everything.”
“You told us no fucking mistakes,” he snarls, showing bloodied teeth. “She heard us talking and I had to shut her the fuck up.”
“So you planned an accident?”
“What the fuck?” He coughs blood. “We had nothing to do with the accident. We only chased her to shut her up.”
My hold falters on his collar. I planned the fire. I had Chris and the two juniors execute it with me because I didn’t want Aiden and his gang to get a whiff of my rebellion against Jonathan.
The shivering juniors in the corner who keep repeating that they only did what they’re told aren’t to blame. I am.
I knew that Chris is volatile and has a knack for danger, but I still used that to my advantage. Michael and David are just pawns who would do anything for their captain. Including arson — and possibly murder.
I might not have driven the car that hit Astrid that night, but I played a role in it.
“We only did what Christopher said.” Michael looks about ready to pee himself. “I wanted to tell the police everything, but my stepfather will kick me out of the house if I have any criminal record.”
“We’re sorry, Captain.” David stammers. “P-please forgive us.”
“That depends.” I push Chris up when he almost falls to the ground.
“On what?” Michael asks.
“Tell me everything you saw that night.” I glare down on Chris. “And you. Tell me why the fuck you’ve been sleeping with Astrid’s stepsister.”