“You can kill me, but he will still come for you,” he warns, violently shaking and on the verge of passing out.
The Omen looks in my direction, but quickly turns his attention back toward the man in the chair. He nods once and Donovan walks over to me.
“You good, cop?” Donovan asks, turning his body so he can keep an eye on his sister.
I spare him a glance and turn away without answering. Walking out of here will show weakness that I can’t afford for these people to see. I wanted to make sure Malia was alright, but I didn’t expect the turn of events. And the fact I’ve stood my ground, not stopping this, raises more questions about myself. Always fighting between the good and the bad. As gruesome as it is to watch Malia in action like this, I’m not perturbed by who she is.
I should be.
And I fucking hate that I’m not.
She’s a woman in a man’s world and here she is fucking dominating as her dad stands at her back and her brother to the side.
“The best thing The Omen ever did was let his little secret out into the world.” The man is panting, face twisted in pain from Malia’s torture. She widens her stance and sticks her blade back in its sheath.
Malia is showing no weakness though she was injured. The favoritism to her right side now balanced as she raises her chin in the defiance I know so well.
“How does it make you feel, Omen?” The man winces when he turns to face him. “That Rico will use your daughter’s pussy the same way he did Nadya and Eva.”
Abangechoes in the concrete prison, momentarily deafening me as his words sink in my stomach like a brick. The man’s chair falls backward, unheard through the ringing in my ears. Malia turns to look at me and tilts her head to the side.
The Omen yells words I can’t understand, eyes locked on hers. My hand falls to my side, it’s weighted, and I look down.
I killed him.
It was me.
Twenty Six
MAlia
HESHOTHIM.
Liam stands by the entrance by my brother looking down at his hand like he doesn’t know what just happened. My first instinct is to run to him, but I stall. My feet won’t move. I’m as stunned as he is.
I look to Donovan whose mouth hangs agape in disbelief and then my dad who’s barking orders that go unheard.
“Dad!” I yell, he stops talking and faces me, narrowing those eyes on me.
“We needed him,” he grinds out.
I scoff and walk off, grabbing the gun from Liam’s hand and directing him out of the room away from my brother and father. He’s FBI, I doubt he’s never killed anyone before, but killing because it’s in your heart? This isn’t the same.
Liam holds onto my hand as I lead him out of the basement and toward my bedroom. Where we were in the mansion was no where near where we needed to be. I turn to look at him, his eyes sharp and jaw clenching as he takes in the area around him. He’s not in shock.
Good.
After what feels like forever, my injured side throbbing, knowing I should take some pain medication, but I won’t. Some motherfucker tried to blow us up and I need a clear head. Dad is still holding back the truth from me, and the bomber spoke about a bunch of bullshit I don’t understand.
Who the fuck is Nadya?
The only woman before Tawny was Alya, and no one in-between. Unless that too was a lie. For every new question raised, I try to repeat Lion’s words over in my head to level me out.
Uncle Nate does things to make sure you’re protected, Mal.
I sure hope the big bastard is right because I’m one secret away from becoming an A-bomb.
Liam tugs on my arm and I stop. I look down where our fingers are intertwined, and I let go. The bombers blood transferred from my hand to his. He looks at his red covered palm and snaps his eyes up at me.