Turmoil grips her hands tightly. "Sera..." he starts, and even though his voice is gentle, I can see the grimace on his face.
I know he doesn’t want to break anymore horrible news, but she needs to know.
"Sera... Alfred… along with the rest of the staff were found in the kitchen…”
His voice trails off, but Sera urges him to give her more information. “How? How did they die?”
Turmoil swallows hard, looking into his ol’ lady’s eyes. “Execution style, bullets to their heads. It was quick.”
A gasp wrenches from Sera’s throat.
She stumbles back against the wall, her face pale under the overhead light.
"They did that too?" She asks, her voice trembling with rage. "They killed them all as well? They had no part in this. Absolutely none."
Yeah, no shit.
I don't say it aloud, because she doesn't need to be told the obvious right now.
Instead, I put my arm around Mandy's waist as we watch in silence.
Sera's gaze is wild as she looks between us, something dangerous and unhinged glinting in her eyes.
"She'll pay for this," she seethes through gritted teeth. "She'll fucking pay."
No arguments here.
The room falls into a morbid silence again, the violence that had been committed here just hours ago looming over us like a dark cloud.
I start thinking about what needs to be done. “I’ll call Damon, get him to send some people out to take care of the bodies. Sakura can sign the death certificates and get all of that sorted.”
Mandy narrows her eyes and looks at Sera. “Wait—with your gramps dead… what does that mean for you both overturning the businesses, getting your mom out of them?”
Sera looks at Mandy, and if looks could kill, this would be it. “It all depends on his will. If he left the shares to her, she’d have the majority. If he changed his will recently and left them to me, nothing would change.”
God, I know Sera had a plan to turn things over with the businesses as a way to fuck over her mother.
I pray to God that her grandfather left everything to her, because if not, Sally will have yet another way to screw us.