Page 65 of Broken Empire
“Oh, really? Didn’t you read the article Killian just showed you?” I replied, brows rising. “You’re the one who’s fucked. You’ll be in prison forever.”
“Unless we decide to finish what Cori started,” Killian added, eyes narrowing. He strode over to the coffee table and picked up the pistol. “She can’t bring herself to pull this trigger. But I can.”
Robert swallowed hard. “You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?” Killian smiled thinly and crouched so he was at the same eye-level as Robert. The barrel of the gun was only inches from the bloodied side of his head. “You know I’ve killed people before. So what the fuck would stop me from doing it now? Especially after what you did to Shay.”
“You can’t. I… I know things,” Robert said, eyes flickering with fear. “Things you need to know.”
Killian rose to his full height. “That’s right. You know about my mother, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what happened to her.”
Robert took a deep, shaky breath. “Only if you promise you won’t kill me.”
“I’ll consider it. But that’s all I’m willing to offer.”
“No. Promise you won’t kill me.”
Killian rolled his eyes. “You really think you’re in any position to negotiate?” he said. He lifted the gun again and pressed it to the side of Robert’s head. “Fuck it. I’m sure someone else in the Schöneberg Group knows what happened to my mother.”
“Wait, no!” Robert’s eyes were like saucers, and his skin had turned ashen. “Don’t! I’ll tell you!”
Killian lowered the gun. “Okay. Start talking.”
“Allison…” Robert slowly shook his head and let out a sigh. “She’s dead.”
I stepped over to Killian and lightly stroked his forearm. He kept staring at Robert, eyes narrowed. “I figured that much. When did it happen? Was it the day she left my dad?”
“Yes. At least… it started that day. She came to meet me at the Kingsford. We argued, and she just wouldn’t stop. She was like that, you know. Beautiful, but so… infuriating. Completely incorrigible. I honestly think she had some sort of undiagnosed mental—”
Killian raised a palm and cut him off. “I don’t need to hear your bullshit speculations about her mental state. Just tell me what the fuck you did to her.”
Robert’s gaze drifted over to me, and he swallowed audibly.
“Oh,” I murmured. “You did the same thing to her that you did to me.”
Killian took in a short, sharp breath. “So you drugged her. Sold her. Had her killed.”
“I didn’t do it myself,” Robert said, vehemently shaking his head.
“Fuck you,” Killian hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re still responsible for what happened to her. You organized it.”
“I’m sorry. I just… she was going to ruin my life. Blow up my relationship along with her own.”
Killian slowly shook his head, lips pressed into a white slash. He drew in several deep breaths before speaking up again. “Who did you sell her to?”
Robert’s eyes skated over to me again. Then he dropped his chin and stared at his lap. “Same guy,” he muttered.
“That Russian fuck who bought Shay?”
“Yes. He’s been a client for a long time.”
“Jesus.” Killian scrubbed a hand over his face, chest heaving. “Fuck you.Fuck you.”
He lifted the gun again, aiming it between Robert’s eyes.
