Page 77 of Shattered Love
Taking a step forward. “What are you doing to get him back?”
Anderson looks to me. He has no fucking idea. The truth is, if the Scorpions do have him, they have him as a rat and that’s not good. I warned Anderson about this.
Juliet wraps her arms around her waist. Silent tears run down her face.
My baby girl loves him; I know the pain of losing the person who is your every thought. I do anything they need to stop her feeling that pain.
“Look, Cecelia, this is a difficult situation. Brax is a trained federal agent. We’re going to get him out.”
“Bullshit,” She spits at him. “You’re not saving him! You’re leaving him to fend off the wolves himself.”
“We don’t have anyone to go in undercover right now. It would be a suicide mission!” Anderson tries to get her to see his way of thinking. The feds way but that means nothing when it’s your child’s life in the balance.
“Do you know what they’ll do to him, if what you're saying is true? If they think he has betray them!” She goes almost nose to nose with Anderson, Juliet whimpers at the truth of her words.
Anderson visibly swallows, looking paler.
Fuck. Time is already against us. Forty-eight hours is a long time when you’re being tortured somewhere.
“You don’t have anyone, but I sure do,” Cecelia says, and I look at her.
Her face is blank. I can’t tell what she’s thinking. Something about her has changed it’s like looking at someone completely different even in the way she holding herself, like the poised mask she always wore has fallen off.
“Who?” Juliet’s hopefulness comes through. She doesn’t fully understand the implication if someone does.
“Me,” Cecelia tells her. She’s full of a confidence I didn’t even know she had.
She looks ready to kill, and I know how she feels, but she can’t be serious. She can’t go into the Scorpions’ den.
“Seriously?” Anderson’s disbelief comes through. “You’re going in?”
“Yes.” Her shoulders are high, her eyes narrowed. Like a lioness about to strike.
“Little Cecelia’s going into the lion’s den?” Anderson is mocking her. He hasn’t noticed the same changes in her I have. That he is staring at someone none of them has seen before.
“No, not Cecelia.” She’s smirking a smirk that the devil himself would be proud of.
She takes off her jacket and I hear Juliet’s intake of breath at the tattoo on her hip, the insignia of the Scorpion.
Cecelia raises her eyebrow that smirk still on her face. “Cece going in.”
Pushing Juliet behind me. “Your one of them.” Growling my voice deathly. My hand is hovering over my gun. I’m ready.
Her eyes soften a slight peek of Cecelia coming back. “Not like you think, this is a property tattoo.” Juliet stands next me. “Your married to one of them, who?”
Cecilia just smiles. She not going fucking tell us, I run through everyone in head from the information I had whilst I was here but none of them I can imagine her knowing let alone being fucking married too!
She throws her jacket over her shoulder. She’s taller, more confident, as she starts to walk out of the room, her hips swaying as she does so.
“Did you not hear me? It’s a suicide mission. You’re going to get yourself killed!” Anderson shouts as she opens the door. Cecelia turns around she laughs at Anderson
“You've never met Cece. She belongs in hell. She knows how to dance in the flames. She gets excited as it licks her skin. “
I swear I’ve entered a fucking twilight zone as I watch Cecelia wink at Anderson before she slams the door, leaving all of us staring after her.
It only takes a few seconds for my mind to catch up, I race out the door catching her just before she going leave. “Cecelia.”
She turns around, her eyes instantly narrow. Holding her hand up. “Don’t Dominic please don’t.”
