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I didn't think I slept since my conversation with Kiki, but I must've dozed off because a shift beside me woke me up. I opened my eyes to find myself trapped in Killbane's arms and pressed to his body. This would be comfortable if it with anyone else, even happy, but it was him and I was still stuck here.

His phone started ringing on the nightstand closest to me. He rose behind me and into semi-wakefulness. "Serena," he slurred and moved his massive arm vaguely at the phone.

I picked it up and put it his hand. His lips went to my cheek, "Thanks."

I blushed and settled down again, freed from his grasp. His murmur was loud as a normal talking voice, so I heard something about the Saints and hookers. He hung up and settled back down. "Saints. The twins' plan to assassinate them backfired."

"Oh,' I breathed and scooted closer, "so you have to go?"

"Yeah, sorry." He sounded genuinely hurt, like he'd actually miss me.

I put my arm over his torso, "Can I come?" It would be easier to escape if we were away from the casino. I'd need to contact Darcy, Flynn, Cass, anyone who could hide me.

"No," he said firmly and got up.

I got on my hands and crawled toward the edge of the bed. My arms slipped around him, hugging him while rubbing his shirtless chest. "Come on."

He stepped away and got into the dresser, pulling out a casual green shirt. "Why can't I?" I begged.

"You need to stay here."

I got up, "I want to know what's going on."

"You don't need to know anything," he sat down on the bed and got his pants and shoes on.

"Yeah I do!" I crossed my arms and stood in front of him.

He sighed and looked up at me, "I'll be right back, if that's any consolation."

I sighed and laid back down. He put his hand to my face, leaned down, and pecked me on the cheek. The urge to puke built up as he said "I love you." He departed, but kept the door open a crack.

I popped up, reaching into the open dresser drawer and pulling out shorts and a shirt. I pulled them over my underwear and slipped out the door.

He was ten feet ahead of me and headed for the elevators at the end of the hall, which had a stairwell next to them.

A floorboard creaked, making him stop. I pulled a door open before he could see me. He looked for a moment, but I could feel his gaze for what seemed like hours while my heart thudded. He turned around and kept walking.

I crept to the stairwell and started descending quickly, ducking behind the door at the bottom. The elevator opened and he stepped out, this time heading toward the garage. I snuck in the door behind him.

A car was waiting in the bay. The trunk was open just a crack. Killbane got into the car, but his driver was still taking a smoke break outside. I crept behind the car and slipped inside the trunk. It was small, making me cram myself between the seat and the door. He could probably hear me breathe if I wasn't careful.

The car started up and sent me slamming into the door. I braced my hands against it to avoid making any noise. I calmed my breath and laid back.

Killbane flipped his phone open and talking, "Are you on your way, Mattie?"

"Yeah," my brother replied, "you on your way?"

"Yeah, what the hell did the twins do?"

"Haven't learned anything more since they called. Their attack on the Saint's penthouse failed."

"Typical," he grunted.

"It's bad enough that the Saints kill Philippe, but they shit on his grave by taking his penthouse."

"Since when did you care so much about Philippe?" He growled.

"I don't, I don't! It's just the Saints don't have the right to do that to one of the Syndicate!"

He chuckled darkly, "That's what I thought you meant."

"Yeah," he said quietly, "How's my sister?"

"Good," he held something up. A box, a very tiny velvet box. A ring box. "Very good."

I didn't register the car stopping until the box disappeared from my vision. Killbane climbed out and slammed the door. When his footsteps faded away, I popped the trunk open and climbed out. We were at the reactor in Stanfield, more specifically in the old lot in front of it. Me and my men had bugged this place before, so the old way in should still be there.

I sprinted to the door and bolted inside. The plant had maintenance tunnels running in a labyrinth underneath it, accessed through a stairwell somewhere around here. I pressed all of the doors in the hall until one creaked. It swung open to reveal the stairs, they were dark, dirty, the kind of place you'd yell at a horror movie heroine to stay the fuck away from. So naturally, it was a perfect path for the Runners to travel.

I bounded down the stairs and into the dank hallway. Drops of water from ancient pipes covered the sound of my footsteps. A red light at every ten paces was the only illumination, so if someone were here and moving as silently as I was, we'd surely meet. That thought filled me with dread. Killbane wouldn't be caught dead running through these channels, but what about his men?

The door was at the end of the hall. I pushed up against it, but it didn't budge, locked. Something glinted out of the shadow in the corner. I picked up the pin and slid it into the keyhole, picking at the lock until it released.

The door led to the wire catwalks over the reactor core. I stepped up the steps quickly and around the path. The twins, Matt, and Killbane were in the center near Matt's NEMO chair. I crouched where I wouldn't be easily spotted, behind the view of the chair. The twins were facing Killbane.

"Ladies, what did you send?" Killbane asked lightly.

"You won't like it," Matt warned cautiously.

Killbane glared at him, but he returned his attention to the women. He was pretty lenient to people he think respected him.

"Hooker assassins," Viola said calmly, like that was the most reasonable thing in the world.

"Hooker assassins?" He bellowed.

"They came highly recommended!'

Matt chuckled nervously, "Ladies, it was a pretty shit plan."

Kiki snarled and rounded on him, "Tell me something Matt, did you have a plan?" She turned to Killbane, "And what about you, Eddie?" Kiki spat out and turned to leave, "We're done here."

But she had sealed her fate. Killbane reached out quickly and lifted her by the neck. She hung there for a split second before he flexed his fingers, her neck giving a crack that sounded like a gunshot. The life left her eyes as she dropped the floor, motionless, lifeless, dead.

My hand covered my mouth to keep from being heard.

"Killbane!" Matt yelled and jumped up, gripping his hair with his hands.

Viola gasped and crouched to her sister. She put her head down as sobs started to escape her throat. Her hand went to her sister's face, closing her eyes that gaped but saw nothing.

Killbane crouched to her, "Viola, your sun is setting. But it's not too late. There's still time to grab Apollo's chariot and drive that fucker back across the sky. You feel me?"

"Yes... Killbane," she choked out.

Disgust coupled with rage flooded through me in a torrent. This was the man I let touch me, hold me as a faux lover. My feelings were hardened with hatred, not only killing Kiki but reminding Matt of our mother's death. His true self has been laid bare and this transgression would be his last.

Matt looked up to the catwalk and his eyes fell on me. His eyes widened in shock and made his body turn toward me. Killbane followed his gaze and saw me too. His eyes registered fear and shock, but it vanished into a snarl and a shout.

There was nothing to do but run.

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