Page 85 of Torment
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Cole came backa little while after Ashlynn fell asleep with her medication. I was able to wake her up to take it, and she’s been asleep ever since. It’s now one in the morning, and I’m getting restless.
Cole also informed me that Tristan was in and out of consciousness. Apparently, he looks like hell. Guess your face meeting the back windshield of your car and being dragged over glass will do that to you.
I gave him the same injuries Owen gave Ashlynn. Eye for an eye.
I’m not done with him yet.
A soft knock comes from the door, and I quietly rise from the couch to open it. Parker and Maverick stand on the other side.
“They’ve got eyes on this place while we’re gone?” Maverick asks.
I nod. “I called Jeremy and told him what we’re doing. He’s watching the entire penthouse until we get back.”
Parker brushes past me. She adjusts the pillow and blanket I left on the couch for her and lays down so that she can face Ashlynn.
“I’ll call you if anything happens,” she whispers, then covers herself up, tugging the blanket up to her chin. Maverick steps inside, and leans over the back of the couch to kiss his wife before we exit quietly.
I was going to let Tristan rot for a few days at the warehouse before I went back there and ended his life, but the longer I sit, the more the rage consumes me.
This ends tonight.
The Camaro comesto life beneath my hands as Maverick slides into the passenger seat. Tires squeal across the concrete of the valet garage as I pull away from Perdition. We haven’t even reached the highway when my phone vibrates in the cup holder.
I put it on speaker.
“What did you find?”
Paper rustles on the other end before Slater answers.
“So…first thing. The DNA you asked me to run on Owen.”
Maverick glances over.
“And?” I ask.
“It’s a match.” The words land flat in the car. “He is…or was…your half brother.”
I stare at the road, the yellow lines beneath the headlights blurring together.
“Noted.”
Slates exhales quietly.
“There’s something else.”
My grip tightens around the steering wheel, and I tip my head side to side.
What fucking else?
“What is it?”
Slater clears his throat.
“Karson…what do you know about Ashlynn’s real family?”
Silence fills the car. I don’t answer. On the other end of the line, Slater starts talking. Maverick’s head slowly turns toward me as the words pour through the speakers. My spine straightens and my jaw flexes. Once. Twice. The Camaro surges forward as I press harder on the gas.
