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“No! We’re in this fucking situation because of you!” he shouts back. “Because you couldn’t keep a handle on that stupid little bitch and refused to get rid of her. And now look!”
Francesca’s bottom lip trembles. “Sydney was worth—”
“She wasn’t worth shit!” he roars.
“She was!”
“Or she was keeping your secrets,” I cut in dryly. Francesca’s head snaps to me so quick, she nearly does herself a favor and breaks it.
“What did she tell you?” she demands, her voice cracking and eyes wild.
I shrug nonchalantly, giving nothing away. Sydney didn't tell me shit, but Francesca doesn't need to know that.
“Sydney knew?” Rocco asks with rage.
Francesca’s eyes widen, and she turns to Rocco with desperation.
“She found out… I-I don't know how. But she threatened to tell Claire if I allowed her to be auctioned. She acted out because it was the only thing keeping her in the house and our secret safe.”
My brows knit, trying to decipher what exactly Sydney knew.
“Why didn't you just kill her?” Rocco growls through gritted teeth.
“Claire wouldn't allow me to! She forced me to deal with it as a punishment for failing to get Sydney under control,” Francesca cries, nearly pleading with her brother.
Rocco looks away, “Is that why you stopped letting people fuck them?”
Now I really am confused. Sibby and I glance at each other, and she must note my expression because she comes around and gets in Francesca’s face.
“Tell me what you were doing,” she demands. “I don't like being left out.”
Francesca snarls but quickly cowers when Sibby raises the pink knife to her eye and threatens, “I’ll cut it out and make you chew it.”
Gross.
“We were making money under the table. People would pay us for a night with one of the girls. We were making good money, too, but then Sydney found out and used it against me.”
My brows shoot up, surprised by their gall to profit off of the girls behind Claire’s back, yet not at all because—well, it's fucking Francesca and Rocco.
Even Xavier whistles and looks at them with a lopsided grin. He's just as exhausted as the other two.
“Brave thing to do. Claire would've murdered you slowly if she found out.”
Rocco scoffs. “Should've just saved us all the fucking headache and let her tell,” he spits. “She was already crazy from that fucking cult. Did you think Claire was going to actually believe her?” He ends his question with a patronizing laugh. Xavier shrugs in a you got me there way while Francesca just gapes at him.
None of them notice the frozen girl standing before them, her spine ramrod straight and shock painted on her face.
“What cult?” Sibby finally cuts in.
Francesca’s mouth opens, then closes. “I don’t know,” she sneers. “All I know is some girl killed the leader, and the entire cult disbanded after that. Wandered aimlessly ‘cause they knew fuck all of what to do with themselves.”
My eyes widen gradually as she speaks.
There’s no way.
“How did Sydney get to Washington?” I ask.
“How else? She was homeless and picked up off the streets from a trafficker and shipped to me to be groomed,” she answers, her tone dipped in venom. “I’m one of the best in the world, and she was a tough case. I was working on her.” She spits the last part to Rocco, flickering a scornful glare his way.
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