Vicious Minds: Part 3 (Children of Vice 6)

She smiled and put her hand on the desk, and I did the same. “Luca, come get this idiot out of my face.”

“He’s dead.”

“Mary—”

“Just killed her, too.”

“Calliope—”

“Not dead. But not on your side.”

“This is her family—”

“No, I am her family. Which is why I’m here to deliver this,” I said, pulling out the vile for her to see.

She stared at it for a long time, and then like magic, her demeanor changed. She looked to the door. “You killed them all?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes shifted on to me. “They seemed to put up a good fight, though.”

“Not good enough.”

She chuckled. “I knew that little bitch couldn’t do it. Even after everything I did for her. But that stupid husband of mine was so sure we’d broken her well enough. One day your family’s luck will run out—”

“So many of you have said that. But that day is still not today.”

“It might be.”

I pointed my gun at her. “I do not like chatting. Drink.”

“My son isn’t finished with you all. Luca made him a special surprise for you.” She drank from the vile. “I wonder, will you make it out of here to see what is left of your fucking cursed devil fam…fam…ily—”

She choked on the words as she coughed blood. It poured from her eyes, nose, every hole in her body. The blood came out, and she trembled, shaking, her face turning purple. I rose as she fell out of her chair. It was then that I saw whatever device she was sitting on went off.

“Of fucking course,” I sneered and hopped up as I felt the house quake under whatever the hell had just exploded.

“Die…you…all…should…die!” Siena gasped out as the door opened.

“Ethan!” my father hollered as he came into the room, watching as Siena convulsed in blood.

“The whole place is wired. We need to go,” I said, already moving to the door. He grabbed me, helping me out. “Where is Mother?”

“Is this over?” he asked back instead.

“I’m not sure.” Honestly, I wasn’t, but that was why I’d had Calliope stay back. Even when we were apart, she knew what to do. Whatever piece I was missing, she would get it, and we’d end this.

No Orsini could live.

None.

HELEN

I felt sick.

My hands were cramping.

Sweat rolled down my face, only to be cleaned off by someone else. I thought it was Sedric, but I couldn’t look away.