Fearless (Broken Love, #5)(62)

“Maybe then you’ll stop believing she’ll ever be yours. She’ll never be yours. I’ll kill her first. “

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Robert poked him in his chest and drunkenly swayed. “I’m talking about you believing that Laurie is yours. She doesn’t love you, little brother, and she never will. She’s mine.”

“Really? Have you asked her lately how she feels or have you just been beating her so you can scare her into staying.”

That was an opening. I inhaled, released, and decided to take it.

“I think I can answer that.” They both redirected their attention to me.

“What do you know about it?”

“It’s simple. She’s in love with Greg and has been for at least four years.” I looked between them, waiting for the blow to settle.

“She said that?” Greg asked.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Robert spat.

I decided to focus on Robert. He would be the one to save my life. “I know that Maddie isn’t yours.” I turned on the younger brother and challenged him with my stare. “Is she, Greg?”

“You little bitch. I will kill you right here. Money be damn—”

A drunken fist thrown across his jaw stopped him from finishing. The force sent him to the floor with a hard thud. “Is that true?” Robert roared.

“You don’t deserve her. She loves me,” Greg yelled back. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. The scene was like two little boys fighting over a toy. If this played well, neither of them would see her again anyway.

They squared off again, allowing me to rise to my feet unnoticed. Greg still had a surprisingly steady grip on his gun, which he held by his side.

“She’s a whore fucking two brothers and you believed she’s in love with you?”

“What you and she had died a long time ago when you couldn’t consume anything that didn’t come in a liquor bottle.”

“No. It died the day you shoved your cock inside my wife.” They charged again and clashed, toppling the furniture and breaking anything in their path. It was the perfect opening I needed to run, but then I heard the faint sound of crying travel down the stairs and reminded myself that this was for them, too. I couldn’t leave them.

Robert sent another blow to Greg’s face, surprisingly holding his own in his drunken state. I looked around and realized I was close to the kitchen entrance. The kitchen had knives. A knife meant protection. I inched into the kitchen and tore open every drawer I could reach until I located the jackpot. Finding the biggest one, I snatched it and returned in time to see Robert gain control and snatch the gun from his brother who looked badly beaten.

Yes. I silently pleaded with him to let the rage consume him. When he hesitated too long, I hid the knife under my shirt and searched for the perfect catalyst until the evil thought formulated.

“Robert,” I called softly to avoid spooking him. “You need to do it. He’ll just take the money, the girls… Laurie. He’ll steal it all and leave you behind. He even gloated about it when I told him about the money.”

“She’s not going anywhere.”

I schooled my face and lowered my voice further until I oozed sympathy. “But she has to.” He watched and waited for the answer. After I survived this, I would question how far I’d gone and probably even mourn the lost part of my conscience, but right now, I was in survival mode. “He plans to kill you once you help him get the money. Why do you think he came here instead of straight to the money? I’m one girl. He didn’t need help.” I may have possessed half their strength making me no match physically, but I had the ability to mind fuck them until they defeated each other.

“That’s a lie,” Greg shouted.

“When you’re dead, they are planning to elope so they can spend the rest of their lives together living with all the riches you ever wanted. Isn’t that why you turned to alcohol?” I baited, remembering what Keiran had told me about him. “Laurie told me so when she told me she’s pregnant…with Greg’s baby.” I lowered my gaze with sympathy and said, “I’m sorry, Robert, but I’m afraid you’re already out of the picture.”

Just shoot him already.

“Not if he’s dead.” He pulled the trigger, sending a bullet into Greg’s prone body.

I worked for it, but I hadn’t prepared for it.

The shock of what I’d done paralyzed me, but then the girl’s scream echoed from the upper level so I made my move.

His back was turned, so I plunged the knife straight down the back of his neck and because I wasn’t taking chances, I stabbed him deep a second time. He was dead before he hit the floor. The knife fell from my hands as I took a step back and studied him for signs of life. What disturbed me the most was that I didn’t feel any different.

Movement from a few feet away snatched my attention from the guy I knew was dead to the guy I thought was dead.

“I need a hospital,” he groaned while clutching his stomach.

“Why would I do that?”

“You’re not a killer,” he seethed.

“Your dead brother a few feet away regrettably argues.”

“That was a clever move, bitch. Now take me to the hospital.”