I don’t hear what about the Russians, but I can’t imagine it’s good. Especially since I’m involved.
Words continue to float across the distance like tiny petals of a dandelion. I pick up a sentence here and there.
“Fucked.”
“War.”
It takes everything in me to keep quiet as my jaw rattles and my hands shake at my sides.
I can hear two distinct voices, and they’re both men.
I know the one guy, but I can’t recall the name. The other man, I’m not sure of.
Closing my eyes, I inhale and focus on the pitch and tone of the speaker, and that’s when it hits me.
It’s Sean, the guard.
I don’t want to risk being caught, but I move closer, desperate to hear. In my new location, every word is clear.
“It’s ironic that he cares so much about her, seeing as he’s the one who pulled the trigger and killed her brother.”
For a moment, I stand in total bewilderment, replaying the words over in my head.
He pulled the trigger.
He killed my brother.
My knees buckle as tremors rock my body.
Racing heart. Palms sweating.
I can’t seem to calm down. It’s like a hurricane is whirling around inside me, tearing through my intestines.
I can’t breathe.
I’m a deer in headlights, and I can’t move. I can’t think. I’m paralyzed by shock and anger. It’s like a cold hand gripping my chest, squeezing until I can’t breathe.
My heart has been ripped out and stomped on.
Gideon killed my brother.
He pulled the trigger and killed him.
How can that be true? But as my pulse thumps and my vision becomes blurry from my tears, I know it’s true.
Every time I asked him, he was evasive.
His insistence on keeping a promise to a man who betrayed him.
It all makes sense.
Gideon killed Roman.
Everything I thought was a lie. Our whole relationship is based on a lie.
The worst part is I’m in love with him.
I thought he loved me, but now I’m questioning that too. I was probably someone to occupy his time. I feel like such a fool. Or maybe it’s more than that? What was he hoping to gain?