Page 160 of Dance With A Devil

“Please. Enlighten me.” He smirks, still thinking he has leverage. That he’s the man with his hand on the detonator.

Bad move.

“Because I neededevery ounceof evidence stacked and waiting,” she purrs. “So when I burned you to the ground, I’d get ninety-five percent of everything you own.”

The venom in her words drips sweet and slow. I grin.

“Gage,” I say with a nod. “Bring her in.”

He obeys, disappearing for all of three seconds before dragging the other one in, heels scraping, mouth gagged. Tiffany.

Gage tosses her at Erica’s feet like garbage. She lands hard.

Erica crouches. Fist wraps in her sister’s hair, jerks her up until their faces are inches apart. “You pathetic little bitch,” she hisses. “You’ve always been dead weight, but tonight? You get to be useful.”

She releases Tiffany like she’s diseased and turns toward me. “Did you bring them?”

Karter drops the black duffel with a wetthud.

“Right here, milady.”

She grabs it, yanks the zipper, then flips it upside down, contents spilling across the floor like gore-soaked secrets. Body parts. Rotting. Twisted.

Tiffany screams and stumbles back, hands over her mouth, eyes bulging.

“What the fuck isthat?” she cries.

Gerald steps forward. “Erica… who is that?”

She chuckles, low and cold. “Your children.”

A beat of silence. The kind that sucks the air out of a room.

“What?” Tiffany gasps, staring at the mutilated limbs in horror. “How… how did you find out?”

“That’s where we come in,” I say, stepping forward. “Your golden boys tried impersonating one ofourDevils. Stole from us. Lied. Played games they didn’t have the stomach to finish. We don't hand out mercy. We dig. We hunt. And weremember.”

“You mother fucking psychopaths,” Gerald growls.

I clamp a hand around his throat and squeeze until his voice turns to air.

“No,” I whisper near his ear. “Yousent your sons to die. You made that call the moment you touched what wasn’t yours.”

“And actually,” Erica adds smoothly, “I’mthe one who planted that seed. Funny how easy it was to manipulate you once I realized those boys were yours and Tiffany’s. Brought home like some twisted trophy, wrapped in legal paperwork I never saw. Couldn’t have kids of my own, so yousurprised mewith a miracle, huh?”

She laughs, tilting her head back. “I should’ve known the truth when they started looking more like you than I could stomach. But you controlled the finances. The surveillance. Everything. So I stole from you in silence. Built my own little empire. Hired the best. Foundthem.” She nods toward us.

“And now?” Her smile sharpens like a knife. “Now I have what I want.”

Gerald wheezes under my grip. “Erica… you had themkilled. Yournephews.”

She cuts him off with a snarl. “Courtwas your golden boy. The one who could rape, steal, lie, and you’d call it ambition. The minute I confirmed Tiffany was his mother, he was dead to me. You think I didn’tknow? All those little moments you two would send me away to spend time withyoursons? You never saw the way I watched you.”

She turns on Tiffany.

“Youwhore,” she hisses. “You fucked your own sister’s husband and thought you were clever? Thought no one would ever find out? You were nothing but a breeding hole for his insurance policy. And now? Now you can rot in the ashes of everything I just torched.”

The boys behind me are grinning. Even Onyx lets out a low whistle.