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Chapter Forty Two Ezra Holmes
Raya was on her bed, her laptop wide open in front of her, when I entered her room.
The light of the laptop’s screen was illuminating her face, and I noticed that she was tired, very exhausted. She didn’t seem to get the rest that the boys, including me, told her she should get before we find Winchester, but that was Raya St Claire for you. She was as stubborn as always.
She smiles when she sees me, and that’s when I felt it all over again.
Guilt.
I know that she has forgiven me for only joining the gang to kill her for Winchester. She had every single reason to hate me, but yet, she was smiling at me like I didn’t want to kill her. Like I didn’t picture her face as one of the targets so that it could make the job I had to do very easier.
It wasn’t right. She’s supposed to hate me. Hell, the entire gang’s supposed to hate me. But they’re all doing something to help me get my sister back. They’re helping me to get her back.
It was the most loyal gang ever, and if they allow me to stay when I get my sister back, I would.
“Hey.” I greet her with the same smile. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good.” She says. “But I would be even better if I find Winchester.”
I nod. “He hasn’t stopped at his office yet, has he?”
She shakes her head. “Nope.” She then sighs. “There’s no sign of him. Anywhere.” She sits up straight on her bed, folding her legs and placing her hands on her legs. “I have been watching the cameras by his office for four days straight, and there hasn’t been any movement there at all.”
“I don’t know if he’ll turn up there again, knowing that you know how he looks like and that I might have told you where he was located.” I tell her. “Winchester is a clever man. And I’m not very proud to admit that.”
Raya shrugs. “He has to come out of hiding someday.” She says. “And when that day comes, I won’t hesitate to put four bullets in Winchester’s body. One for murdering my mother. One for murdering my father. One for taking your little sister. And one for making you do his bidding.”
“And what about the fifth bullet? The one for you?”
“If the first four bullets doesn’t kill him, I will put the last one in his skull.”
“He won’t deserve anything less.” I tell her.
“He doesn’t deserve to live after everything he has done to my family. Or to you.”
