Vicious Minds: Part 3 (Children of Vice 6)

I stepped closer to look at the screen, and sure enough, Ethan stepped inside, looking down at the body before him and then back at her. She pointed to the phone.

“Your father is on the line, would you like to speak to him? I’m trying to get him to call off your mother. They planned on ambushing us…well me. They’d spare you. Either way, can you help me convince him?”

Ethan’s jaw clenched, and after a moment, he took the phone. “Mr. Callahan.”

“Son…your wife is bit…how should I say it? Not normal.”

“Says the father who was about to ambush his son.”

“Says the son who sent assassins to his father.”

Silence.

And Ethan nodded. “We all need to talk. Tell Melody to call it off. Then we will see who betrayed whom first.” He hung up after that.

“What does he mean by that?” I asked, looking to him, but he just kept his green eyes trained on the screen.

“I guess we will have to find out during this talk,” he replied, moving from the screen and taking out his own phone. He dialed quickly.

“What is it?” my mother’s voice came in low.

“Things have changed here, baby.”

I cringed for some reason, even at this age, hearing them talk to each like that was not something that sat well in my head.

“I’ve noticed. Why haven’t they come yet? Wyatt came out; that was the signal.”

“She figured it out.”

“Fuck! Did she leave? I haven’t seen anything. Ethan’s car is still parked outside.”

“No, she killed her grandfather.”

There was a pause, and my father looked into my eyes. We both knew it was never good when my mother didn’t react to things. “I spoke to Ethan on the phone. He’s saying pull back so we can talk.”

“And how do we know he’s really dead?”

He frowned. “She offered to bring us his head if we got her something sharper than her heels. But I really do not want the motherfucker’s head. Pull back, let’s hear what she has to say.”

“Okay.”

Something was not right with that okay.

“Okay?” See, even my father knew.

“I want to understand this, too. But we meet tonight,” she replied.

My father’s eyes narrowed, but he lifted my phone, connecting back to Calliope, who answered the call.

“She’s pulling off, but we meet tonight.”

“Deal. Thanks, Dad.”

This was not supposed to go this way. What was happening? What could possibly be the explanation they would have?

Let’s see who betrayed who first?

What did that mean?