how his eye was unblinking. “You know what? Let’s sweeten option number two. If you tell me who you sold the guns to, we won’t go after your family for the money.” I refused to look at Stefan. I was probably going to catch hell for making that kind of promise because it wasn’t my place to make, but I’d deal with that later.
I sat back, waiting for Ian’s decision. He stared down at the ground and his grip around the knife tightened. “The Aryans,” he finally answered. I knew of them. White supremacist gang. I quickly turned to Jamie to see if he was satisfied. When nothing was said by either him or Stefan, as promised, I pointed the gun at Ian and pulled the trigger. The force behind the bullet caused Ian’s head to fly backward and his body to fall to the floor. I stared at his lifeless body for a moment, feeling the finality of his death. He'd wronged the family; even if I understood the reason behind his betrayal, his death was necessary.
I padded my way back over to Jamie and Stefan. They both held different expressions. Jamie was unreadable, whereas Stefan looked like he was calculating or scheming. I wasn’t quite sure. I held out the gun for Jamie to take. “Will you be done with this soon? I figured we could watch a movie?”
He took his gun from my hand and he tucked it into the waistband of his pants behind his back. He then surprised me by taking the sleeve of his shirt and wiping at my cheek. “You have blood on your face.”
Eww. A shower was in my near future. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Jamie’s eyes softened as they looked torn.
“He’ll be done in an hour,” Stefan answered for him while texting on his phone. “I’ll have someone take over.”
“I can finish the job,” Jamie argued. Uh oh.
Stefan peered up from his phone, seeming slightly surprised but still authoritative and chilling. “I’m not doubting you, Jameson. I’m giving you the opportunity to enjoy the rest of your night. We have other people who can do this,” he explained and dismissed us by walking up the stairs while tapping away on his phone. Jamie watched as Stefan left with a puckered brow.
“You’re upset.”
Jamie’s head jerked around to face me. He shook his head. “No. Just surprised.”
“Are you sure? I did kind of take over…”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “I didn’t mind. It’s hot watching you play with people.”
Well, alrighty then.
“I’m not the only one who’s sexy when they’re getting bloody.” I invaded his space and ran my hands down his chest. “You use your bedroom voice when you’re on the edge of killing someone.”
His arms wrapped around me before his head dipped down to kiss me. I eagerly met him halfway and molded my lips to his. Almost instantly, fiery need sparked inside me and I had to pull away before he stroked it into a blaze. Stupid period.
CHAPTER 25
The next day was spent in ratty sweats surrounded by everything I could find containing chocolate while vegging out in the movie theater on one of the fluffy couches. Jamie had been gone when I'd woken this morning. Both he and Stefan were working away from home today and I'd been left alone to entertain myself. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. I was independent, but with how hormonal I was, my moods were giving me whiplash. One minute, I was going stir crazy, dying to get out of the house and the next minute, all I wanted to do was lie down. I was a hot mess.
I ended up in the movie theater with an armful of what I called happy food. It was all junk that would probably go straight to my ass. Each bite of ice cream, cookies, and chocolate candy bars was bittersweet.
Brody found me that afternoon in a sugar-induced haze, covered in cookie crumbs and candy wrappers while watching a sexy romantic drama. It was just getting to the good part where the sexy rich man was showing the young innocent girl his playroom. Oh yeah, things were about to get hot! I wasn’t getting any right now, so I had to live vicariously through the two fictional characters on the screen.
Brody walked into the room with his cell at his ear. He took in the train wreck that was me and the mess surrounding my prone body. I’d eaten a whole pint of cookie dough ice