“Not for that, dickhead,” I growl, “there’s something going on here, with Garrett, I want to know what it is.”
“Not feeling like sharing your toys this time round, brother?” Isobel sneers.
“While you’re at it,” I say, ignoring my sister, “Get me access to her phone, I want everything about her, all her contacts and who she has been talking to. I want a live stream of everything she does.”
Ace nods and pulls his phone out, putting it to his ear as he dials the guy we need for the job.
“She’s a threat,” Isobel shrugs, “Kill her.”
“You don’t know that.”
“But you’re thinking it,” she narrows her eyes, “anyone else and you would have already neutralized it but her, you’re not. You’ve met her, what twice, and you’re already losing your head. Do what is needed and kill the fucking girl.”
“I don’t make it a habit of hurting women,” I say nonchalantly, giving her a pointed stare, “I could be wrong.”
“You’re thinking with your dick,” she snaps, “perhaps I’ll do it instead.”
My temper boils quicker than I can contain, “You won't fucking touch her, Isobel.”
She smirks, “We may be on the same side brother, but don’t believe for one second that I won’t exploit your weakness to get what I need. Uncle dearest taught me that much.”
Eleanor wasn’t a weakness, Isobel was wrong there. That didn’t mean I wanted to see the girl harmed though, at least not before I figured out how she tied into all of this, and I had had my fun with her.
But I wasn’t going to call my sister's bluff, she would do it, as savage and ruthless that she is. It didn’t matter that I was her brother, being family suited her when she needed it, and mostly every other time being family hindered her, but she could never deny that she needed me to see this through.
The years when she was locked up, I learned how to rule this city without being caught. I knew how to bargain and blackmail and threaten, and all she knew was how to kill. She was an asset to have but also a liability. But I wasn’t my uncle, and my sister would remain to have a place in my city until the day she decided it was enough.
Isobel leaves me alone in the kitchen, eyes on the screen, watching the girl in question.
Was there something more to her?
I didn’t think so. I was right in saying that anyone could wear a mask, but I’ve been watching people my entire life, learning who I could trust and who I couldn’t and everything about her told me she was innocent in this. Whatever tie she has is completely coincidental, but that doesn’t mean I can’t use her, or it, to my advantage.
No, Eleanor Locke could be a key I didn’t realize I’d need, and I planned to use it until the very thing crumpled in my palm.