Page 34 of All Your Lies (All or Nothing #2)

“It means more are coming, and I have to kill them all.”

“Wait,” Rosie says as she gets up from the bed. “You saved Jess and me that night.”

Jenna looks over at Rosie. “I did.”

I hear footsteps echo from down the hall as Gage and Vic come in with their guns raised. Vic runs over to Rosie and wraps her in his arms as Gage points his gun directly between Jenna’s eyes. “You aren’t going fucking anywhere until you tell us what’s going on.”

Jenna doesn’t bat an eye as Gage’s Glock sits a few feet from her face. Silence falls across the room before she huffs out a deep breath, “I was tasked to eliminate the Mafia families of Chicago.”

I rip my hand off her arm and stumble back as if I’ve been burned while Gage’s jaw ticks and tightens. He moves more into the room, but never takes his finger off the trigger.

“You? You were going to kill me?” I ask as my throat closes, and I feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach.

Jenna’s eyes soften the slightest bit as she looks at me. “It was supposed to be easy, but then I got something I’ve never had before... family.”

My lips tremble, and I step toward her, but Gage takes a step forward, so he’s between her and I.

“When were you planning on slitting Alexa’s throat? Or mine? Or my sister’s?” Gage asks in a deadly calm tone as the cool metal of his gun rests against her forehead. Again, Jenna doesn’t flinch or appear even remotely worried.

“If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” Jenna’s hands move so fast, it barely registers.

One minute, the gun is against her forehead, and the next, her index finger holds it up in front of Gage’s face at the trigger guard.

“Like I said, more are coming, and I plan to kill them all.” She hands Gage his gun back and then grabs the mountain of a man by the arm and begins to pull him out into the hall.

“How many?” Gage asks.

“A lot. I didn’t execute the job. Now they’re coming for me and all of you,” Jenna says as she huffs out a sigh, then looks at both Gage and Vic. “This house isn’t safe. You all need to move somewhere else until this is handled.”

“Wait!” I say as I walk around Gage to follow her.

Jenna looks back at me with pain in her eyes. “I don’t have many happy memories, but what I do have while being here, with you girls, are amazing. You are strong, Alexa. Never forget that.”

Tears line my eyes, and my heart catches in my throat as Jenna turns back to the dead guy with a limp and pulls him out of the room and toward the hallway.

“We have to help her,” Rosie says as she argues with Gage.

“No. I don’t trust her,” Gage says.

“Neither do I,” Vic mutters.

“She saved Jess and me that night, Vic. She was the girl in the mask. If it wasn’t for her, we’d be dead.”

“She also saved us now,” I say a little louder so they can hear me as I walk over the threshold.

“If I can have just one day, one fucking day—” Gage mutters.

Avoiding the red trail that runs down the hall, I cringe as I carefully step over it. This is a disgusting mess, and the metallic scent makes me want to use Rosie’s bucket to hurl.

“We meet again, Red. Is this a present for me?” Trey says to Jenna with a smirk on his face as he takes the last step onto the second-floor landing.

She looks over at him in disgust. “I don’t have time for your games today, baldy.”

His smile widens. “You love our games.”

Jenna huffs and then winces as she limps to him. “Then our game today is you getting rid of the body. I cook, you clean.”

She tries to walk past him, but he grabs her wrist, causing her to stop in her tracks. “Are you okay?”

Jenna whispers something before shaking him off and walking down the stairs. Trey shakes his head as he unzips the duffel in his hand and unfolds a tarp. He smiles as he tilts the guy’s chin to look at Jenna’s handiwork, and I decide that’s my cue. Apparently, everyone around me is a psychopath.

I walk back into the room, leaving Trey in the hall with the dead guy just as Gage gets off the phone. “Is your lake house complete?”

“Almost. Done enough to stay there,” Vic says as he holds Rosie close.

“Good.” Gage nods as he looks around and then back at his sister and Vic. “You never told me why you cut your three-week vacation I paid for short. You two would be a lot safer two oceans away,” Gage says.

My gaze falls to Rosie, who’s watching Vic, who wears the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. “You’re going to be an uncle.”

Gage’s facial expression changes before my eyes, shifting from confusion to contemplation to shock and finally settling into anger.

Gage takes a predatory step toward Vic. “I’m not too well-versed in how long these things take, but I believe a week or so from your wedding would be a little too soon to tell, don’t you think?”

“You wouldn’t want to hit your niece or nephew’s dad. Would you?” Vic says with a grin as I watch Rosie’s face drain of color.

“I’m going to kill—”

My fingers clench around Gage’s arm. “I thought you were taking me to the club.”

Gage gazes down at me, and his eyes lose their edge as his body softens. Then, he looks back over at Vic and Rosie. “Congratulations, baby sister. Vic, keep my sister and the baby safe. Also, go fuck yourself.”

Rosie manages a mouthed, “Thank you,” as I quickly pull Gage out of the room, avoiding any further awkwardness.

Did I just offer my body on a silver platter to help my best friend? I sure did. Let’s hope I don’t regret it.