Ruin (The Rhodes 1)

I think I already have.

. . . . .

After Crow is strapped and sent to our private clinic, Dylan, Tristan, and I remain in the bloodied room.

Dylan places the gun back in his waistband but doesn’t move. He escaped killing his seventeenth victim. I learnt his because he keeps reciting them like they’re a sacred prayer.

He’s way behind me in numbers. Though I stopped counting a long time ago. What’s the point in living in a useless and completely destructive moral cycle like Dylan?

Who deserve to be killed will be killed.

Or like Ghost, our other trainer, used to say ‘Either kill or die.’

There’s no in between for people like us. Tristan and Dylan are only fooling themselves by thinking they can be normal after so much abnormal.

“Not that this is news, but there are other traitors in our circle,” I say. “Hampton mentioned Lowell before he died. We might get answers if we bring him in..”

Tristan raises his eyebrows, more in surprise than sarcasm. “Since when do you care about our revenge?”

“I don’t.”

“Of course he doesn’t,” he throws me a side glare. “He only wants more blood.”

“There’s that,” I reply. “But I also want answers as to why Uncle Alexander dies. Hades and his accomplices toyed with us for fun. No one does that and gets away with it.”

Dylan smiles, and Tristan’s lips curve into a wide grin.

“I am proud of you, little brother,” Tristan says, “I was already contemplating hosting the next Noble Community’s banquet.”

Dylan nods. “That’s a good idea. Let’s get them all under the microscope.”

Tristan’s arm encircles my shoulder. “Come, let’s continue our talk in the car.”

I release myself from his hold. “You go first, I need to change my clothes.” And see Mae.

“Don’t be long. We will be waiting,” Dylan says.

Xan and the rest of Tristan’s team greet me on their way to the dungeons.

Crow’s blood was inspiring. The best place to hide Mae is no doubt where no one else but me is allowed access.

Once I’m out of earshot, I dial Kane.

“What can I do for you, Sir?”

“Where have you been?”

“A meeting with a shareholder. The on

e you were supposed to go to.”

“Right. I will move my female guest to my quarters for better security and you’re to take care of her needs whenever I am not around.”

“What are my orders, Sir?”

I smile at his firm unwavering voice. “Discretion. No soul but myself and you shall know about the guest.”

“Very well, Sir.”