The Black Wolf (In the Company of Killers, #5)(84)

Izabel and I step out into the hall.

“Don’t tell my dad that you found me,” Olivia says. “If he comes here, he’ll only end up getting himself killed. And besides, I don’t want to see him. I never want to see him again. That life is over.” And then she shuts the door in our faces; the metal lock on the other side slides back into place.

I don’t say anything on the drive back to the plane, but my silence isn’t only because we couldn’t help Olivia Bram. All kinds of shit is going through my head, from the few people I care about, to the many I don’t. And even on the plane, soaring over the ocean, I keep to myself. Nora asks me once about that ‘trying again’ suggestion, but I brush her off and she doesn’t seem to care. Izabel wants to talk to me, but she’s afraid to say anything. And it’s better that way. I can’t talk to her right now; least of all people Izzy.

When I set out on this mission, I thought maybe I could find it in me to somehow forgive my brother. I wanted to. Because he’s the only thing I have in the world. But I just couldn’t do it. And I know I never will—some things just can’t be forgiven. Will he kill me for what I’ve done? Nah. It’s not like I ratted him out to outsiders—I just kicked over his f*cking sandcastle is all. He’ll build a new one. And I might just kick that one over too.





Izabel





Home has never felt so good; gone just a few days, it felt more like weeks and if I never see that place again, I won’t complain.

James Woodard is the first person I see when the three of us—including Niklas, which makes me nervous—walk into the building at our Boston headquarters. He looks better than when I saw him last, not as sickly.

“Everything all right?” I ask.

He steps up to me with a laptop tucked underneath his arm. “Much better,” he answers. “Thought I was having a heart attack shortly after you left; rushed to the hospital and found out I’m just stressed out.” He laughs. “The doctor asked me what I did for a living and I said ‘I work for an underground assassination organization; I’m their information guy’, and the doctor laughed and said, ‘Well my suggestion is that you tell your boss to give you a few days off or he’s gonna kill you too.’”

I chuckle.

“Victor’s upstairs in his office,” he tells me. “He’s waiting for you.”

I swallow hard, steady my breath, try to calm my nerves. James and I look at Niklas at the same time, probably both thinking the same thing: Is one of them going to kill the other? So much for steady breath and calm nerves.

“What happened to your hair?” James says.

I touch my hair and pose as if showing it off. “I got a haircut; don’t you like it?” I just smile.

Niklas pushes past us and heads straight for the elevator; Nora and I follow.

“Niklas, please don’t do anything you’ll regret,” I plead as the elevator takes us up.

“It’s probably best if you leave me alone with my brother.”

“No, it’s not,” I say. “I’m going in there with you.”

“Afraid he’s going to kill me?” Niklas smirks.

Yes…a small part of me is afraid, but I don’t know why.

“No,” I say, because the larger part believes he won’t. “I just want to be there.”

When we step off the elevator, the hallway feels shorter than usual; in no time at all we’re coming upon the meeting room double doors and my heart is pounding violently against my ribs. Niklas wastes no time, pushes one door open and goes right in, either unafraid of Victor’s retribution, or fully prepared to counter it—I think it’s both.

Niklas is the only person Victor acknowledges when we enter the room. He stands from the elongated meeting table, leaves his hands on the top of it, his back arched.

“Niklas.” Victor nods.

“Victor.” Niklas nods.

The tension in the room is already suffocating me.

“Izabel, Nora, I need you to step outside.” Victor’s voice is calm, but it feels ominous. He still doesn’t look at either one of us.

Great. I knew this was going to happen.

“Victor—”

“Now.”

Finally his eyes meet mine from across the long table, and in them is something I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. A chill slithers up the back of my neck. No more words are needed; Nora and I turn on our heels and leave immediately.





Niklas





Victor’s hands slide away from the table as he straightens his back and stands upright. For a long time he doesn’t say anything; and for a long time neither do I. Oh, I have plenty to say to my brother—I want to punch him in the face—but he’s going to be the one to start, the one who sets the tone. Because I know if left up to me, only one of us will walk out of this room alive. And since I love my brother too much to ever kill him, it’ll probably be Victor.

He sits back down at the head of the table.

I sit on the table and light up a cigarette. He hates it when I smoke inside. Do I give a f*ck?

“I suspected when you agreed to go on this mission,” he begins, “that you had every intention in wrecking it; it is the only reason you went.”