“Why would someone kill them?” The knife clatters to the floor, and Kat sinks down next to it. “Why did it happen? And how could he have kept it from me all of this time? I always knew deep down it was bullshit, that it was more than what he told me. And I lived with the guilt of being left behind since that day. He could have told me.” She looks at me, her teeth clenched. “You could have told me!”
“I wanted to. I hated lying to you, Kat. But I couldn’t go against my orders. And now my ass is a target. The Cinques want me dead for infiltrating their organization and getting that information. That’s why my family is going to Florida. We needed to get them out of here.” I take a deep breath. “I needed to protect you, too. That was my other order.”
“You still haven’t told me about Remy.”
“I don’t know anything about him. This is the first time—”
“He was my boyfriend.” Kat’s voice is low. Menacing. Angry. “He dropped us off right before…right before…” She pauses. “Did he have something to do with it? Is that what you found out?”
I step toward her, still not sure whether or not she’s on the brink of murder in the first degree. “I didn’t get to find out. Nico was about to tell me when you came in here. I honestly don’t know anything about him.”
She looks at me, her lips quivering. I want to wrap my arms around her so badly, but I’m afraid she might pick up the knife and slice my jugular.
A second passes, and I close the distance between us.
I don’t give a shit anymore.
She lets me hold her, even though her body stiffens against me. I wait for her to say something, to do something, to curse me some more, to scream, hit, anything. When she finally speaks, the words slice into my insides deeper than any knife gash ever could. “You told me you’d never let anything hurt me, that you’d keep me safe.” She scoffs, pushing me away. “Well, you just killed me, Rocco. Tore my heart out of my chest and shredded it.” A sob escapes her chest. “You wanted it, and now you have it. In a million fucking pieces!”