Page 29 of Scarred in Silence (The Twisted Trilogy #2)

Dante

I watch Lucien leave my office in a rush. He is probably going back to either tell Astra the truth or to continue to make her believe he is a God. Either way, not my problem.

My problem right now is everything Lucien just dumped on me.

If Silas is involved in any form of sex trafficking, then that means he may know who the fuck had my sister sold. That information—means everything.

I lean back in my chair, feeling uneasy about Miles.

The sick fuck was supposed to be in California.

Lucien had tracked him for three years after he raped Astra at the Halloween party and blasted the video to the entire college.

He moved away once he knew she was involved with him.

He knows what wrath he would have to suffer if he ever ran into Lucien.

The fact that he approached my little princess. That has me homicidal more than I already am. I also wonder what his affili ation is with Damien.

Damien isn’t fucking dead. I know that. I saw him several months back when I stormed that building, but I let him go. I saw him again at the deal with Enrique; he said nothing. Just smiled. He’s watching us.

I also know the card Miles gave Evelyn is Damien’s. I just don’t know exactly who he is working for and why the fuck he isn’t talking to us.

That’s the kicker—he is alive, but I don’t know how. He was shot. They held a closed-casket funeral, and the devastation was widespread.

I am waiting for the right time to tell Lucien. It will destroy him to know his brother is alive, working with rival groups. He always said he didn’t like his brother, but I saw the way the guilt ate at him.

He felt so bad that he couldn’t save him. He felt so much guilt for how he had treated him that he didn’t even show up to his funeral. And now, the guilt consumes him for orchestrating a bunch of bullshit to Astra.

When will he fucking learn?

I pull out my phone and call Silas. We need to have a meeting.

“Silas,” he answers.

“Hey, you free later?”

“Sure thing, what’s up?”

“Just have some things I need to look at.”

“Sure, anything,” his casual voice has my instincts on high alert.

“Be there at three,” I say.

“Sounds good. Later.”

I end the call. He has another thing coming for him. He has no idea what kind of fucking interrogation he is getting. Or maybe he does. Either way, the only way out is death if he had anything to do with my sister’s eventual death.