Page 71 of Saviour
Our previous plan failed big time.
We realised that one tampered with bottle of whisky wasn’t going to do anything. So we drugged his entire whisky supply. Carlo only has Macallan for himself in his study, so we drugged every bottle that he had imported. In the end, Rori also got Maria involved. She was able to get the new bottles into Carlo’s study undetected. Rori distracted a few of the guards just down the hall so they wouldn’t turn the corner, but it was weeks later when we realised our plan was failing.
Carlo didn’t seem to be growing weaker or showing any signs that he’d been drinking from the affected alcohol and one day he invited me and King into his study for a drink and we refused. Carlo doesn’t share his Macallan with anyone, and once again, we didn’t anticipate how clever he is.
He’d told us that one of his associates who he’d been having regular meetings with had died from an overdose of ketamine. He’d died in the very same chair I was sitting in, after a heavy drinking session with my uncle.
He’d been drinking from a bottle we’d tampered with.
Carlo had no proof of who had done it. We were careful around the cameras in his study. Maria didn’t make it obvious she was planting new bottles of whiskey. It was pure bad luck that he’d given it to someone else who had drunk way too much and got themselves killed.
But Carlo was obviously suspicious, and Carlo being Carlo didn’t take it lightly.
So me, King, and Rori were the ones who took the punishment.
Throughout the whole year, Carlo would take turns to throw us into the cells under the Rhivers mansion.
He’d leave one of us down there for days or weeks and there was fuck all we could do about it. I lost my mind when he’d throw Rori down there. Me and King used to do all we could to take her place. But Carlo was a cunt and there was fuck all we could do.
I hated sitting in that cell, knowing it was where he’d put Rori.
And where Carlo had put a bullet straight through Bonnie’s skull.
My theory on Carlo being responsible for Bonnie’s death was proven true when King came home. He’d said he caught Carlo red-handed, admitting it to his face, before locking him away. King never got to see where Bonnie’s body ended up either. Just that we know she was down here.
Did my cousin’s blood once cover the floor? How long did her corpse lie buried in these cells? And what the hell did he do with her body?
I’d spend countless hours pulling my hair out over the shitty hand my cousin was dealt with. She was shunned from the world—hell, the world didn’t even know she existed. Only the people who lived and worked in the Rhivers mansion knew about her.
My heart would crack even more when I thought about her and Puck’s unborn baby, who never got to see the light of day.
One day soon, my uncle will die by my hand, by King’s hand, in vengeance for Bonnie. And for Puck, who’s been stuck in that prison for six years now.
And I’ll do it for Rori, and King, and me.
We will murder Carlo Rhivers and end this turmoil.
I hit the punching bag a few more times before dropping to the floor and wiping the sweat off my brow with my forearm. King is on a treadmill, his shirt drenched in sweat, and I can hear his heavy breathing from here. Rori is over on the mats, stretching, and I have to drag my eyes away from her ass as she bends down to reach her toes.
It’s rare we all get to be together these days. Carlo has King by his side almost all the time. He said he is teaching him the way he runs the Districts so he’ll be ready to take over one day, but I think he’s just trying to keep us separated.
When King is with Carlo, he has me doing ridiculous jobs with his guards, like visiting his hotels and businesses within the Districts to check everything is going smoothly and that business is good.
It’s bullshit and he knows it, but I can’t disobey him. Not after the shit we pulled.
And Rori, my fierce Birdie, has been sleeping with her laptop. She spends so much time on it that if she’s not in the gym, she’s watching Carlo’s every move. She can’t do a lot, considering she only has access to the grounds and there isn’t a camera we’ve been able to hack inside Carlo’s study, so she just has to wait to catch sight of him. But she enjoys helping however she can.
We’re not giving up.
To say I’m stressed is an understatement. I hate that this is our life. The life I’ve given Rori.
Hence why we’re all in the gym now. Me and Rori never stopped training, but King likes to join in too. We’ve created a weird but normal routine between the three of us when we can.
King stops his run and with heavy breaths, I hear him come and sit next to me on the edge of the ring.
“It’s gonna be fine, cuz, we’ll find something,” he says, squirting water into his mouth from his bottle.
“It’s been five years, King,” I say, deflated.
