All the Truths (Lies & Truths 2)

Blood pumps in my veins with the need to murder them. I knew Daniels was shady. I should’ve suspected he was working with these motherfuckers.

I expect Kyle to sneak up or to stay here until the danger passes, but he retrieves a suppressor, hooks it to the tip of his gun, and goes out. Just like that, he’s out.

His eyes remain the same, bored and motionless as he clicks a few times. Curses and a commotion erupt in Russian from where he’s aiming, but the sound of his muffled gunshots are louder.

Then all sounds disappear as he motions at me to follow him.

In front of the door lie three men with three clean shots to their foreheads. Daniels’ neck is covered with a bandage, but that the least of his problems. He and the other men have their mouths wide open, and their eyes stare at nothing.

Impressive.

No wonder Alexander thinks highly of Kyle when he rarely does that with anyone.

I should probably feel something about seeing three people murdered, but I don’t. They took Reina from me and they deserve a fate worse than death.

Kyle kicks the bodies away to walk to the door. “Ivan should be in there, and he’s a good shooter. Stay here.”

“No. Reina is in there, too.”

He faces me, his gun lying by his side. “If you die, I’ll tell your dad you went in for suicide.”

“Fine with me.”

A smirk curves his lips. “Deal.”

“No deal.” The voice comes from behi

nd us, and both of us spin around.

Reina.

She’s wearing jeans and a black hoodie that camouflages half her face, but I know it’s her—or rather, the original Reina, not my Reina.

They’re so similar, I thought Reina was the one who called me earlier today. They look so much alike, too—face, body type, everything.

Except, I realize it’s not my Reina. She’s not the girl who had me whipped then destroyed me then slowly put me back together again.

Kyle tilts his head. “What are you doing here?”

“Ending this.”

“We decided we’d do this my way, Rai.”

“You decided. I never agreed to that.” She squirms free from his hold. “If you go in there, raising your gun, Ivan won’t hesitate to shoot her.”

“Well, genius.” He speaks with mockery. “If you go in there, he won’t hesitate to shoot you, too.”

“He will.”

The calmness and determination in her voice and face are so similar to Reina’s when she’s set on doing something. There’s no changing her mind.

“I have something he wants,” Rai says.

“Your only lifeline.”

“No.” She smiles. “His.”

She brushes past him and to the door. Kyle attempts to grab her again, but she pushes away from him, holds a phone to her ear, and speaks something in Russian. It sounds smooth and authoritative, like someone who knows exactly what they’re doing and why they’re doing it.