Page 7 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
Elizabeth is bloodless now, her fingers over her mouth. “Oh my God.”
I run a shaky hand over my face, hating that I couldn’t do more to protect Iris or punish Sam. “He threatened her. Tortured her. He…” I can’t continue. Not if I want to maintain control.
“I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” She shakes her head slowly. “It’s my fault. I should’ve been more thorough. I should’ve known something wasn’t adding up.”
As much as I hate Elizabeth’s role in the fuck-up, ultimately, Iris is my responsibility. My sun. My moon. My stars. “You and me both.”
“Please, Tony, let me make it up to you and Iris.”
I stare at her. She’s dead serious, her gray eyes solemn. I realize something else, too. Sam’s probably expecting me to strike back at him. But Elizabeth? He would never see that coming. And what she can deliver will be economically and socially painful, if not fatal. I have a lot of pull—my billions have given me that—but I don’t have the influence of my family, since I’m an unwanted, disowned son. But she’s different. She has the power of the illustrious Pryce family behind her. If that isn’t enough, she’s related to another powerful family through marriage.
“Then hit him where it hurts the most,” I say. “And when he’s down, put the boots to him.”
