Letting Go

Chapter Eight

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"It's easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."

- William Blake 

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Thea 

"I didn't know."

I look up from my cup of coffee and see Walker looking at me very uncomfortable.

"What?"

"My men were are under strict orders to not harm you or your brother that night."

Shocked by this I stare at him and sallow a huge lump in my throat. "Well he's dead."

He nods. "I just wanted you to know that."

A few minutes pass by in silence until I couldn't take it anymore. "Why did you tell me this Walker?"

He shrugs his shoulders and looks at his hands. "Honestly I don't know."

"I still hate you," I blurt out.

He looks at me and smirks. "Same here bitch."

For some reason that comforted me in a way. I know Walker never directly killed my brother, but it was his fault he was there and I guess I just need to blame someone. Asher comes out a few minutes later shirtless making my eyes widen a bit. Embarrassed I look down at my hands and try to preoccupy myself so I won't gawking at the man next to me.

"Was the blow strong enough to mess up your memory in how to put a shirt on?" Walker asks.

Asher glares at him. "No, the material keeps rubbing against my wound."

Walker raises his hands in defeat. "Sorry there casanova."

"What's your problem," Asher yells.

"Okay," I yell raising my hands. "Settle down boys. If we want to get out of here in one piece I suggest we start acting civil around each other."

"Tell that to him," Walker grunts.

I glare at him and thankfully Asher doesn't comment on that.

"We need to get out of here with the plans before Black gets here," I tell them seriously. "The Tsar wants me to marry Zeke so he can have a share of the plans. Since my mom is one of the owners of the plans they will get full access to it legally."

"Since when did the almighty Tsar care about the law," Asher asks annoyed.

"He doesn't but it's an easier way for him to go against Black in court. If you think about it, Black will probably play it safe since he just got out of hiding."

"Don't count on that," Walker pitches in. "He's an evil man with multiple plans up his sleeves. They both say they are working together but in reality both of them are stabbing each other's back. Black probably has another plan so he can get the plans to himself. "

"Walker's right, Black never works with anyone unless he will for sure get something out of it," Asher says.

"They can both kill each other for all I care but we need to make sure the plans will never get played with again."

"The two ways to stop them is death or jail," Walker lays out.

"Or we destroy the plans right when we find them then get the hell out of here," Asher says.

"No."

The boys look at me weirdly and frown. "What do you mean no," Walker asks.

"The very first thing I wanted to do was destroy those plans, but when I thought I was close I couldn't. People spent years to make this invention and it could save millions of lives if it's used for the good."

"That's all true Thea but think about the negative outcomes of this," Asher explains.

"I know Asher but think of the good we can do with this," I defend.

"And there's your flaw," Walker points out. "You see the good in everything and let it control you, which will later bring you to downfall."

"At least I have a heart," I yell.

"We destroy the plans, kill off the mafia, and use that to put Black in jail. That's the plan I am sticking to," Walker says getting up.

"How the hell are we supposed to kill the whole mafia," Asher says this time.

"Bomb this place like you did to other," Walker suggests.

"Like that worked out so well for us," I say sarcastically.

"The only reason it didn't work is because there was already an heir waiting. From my understanding he is the last male in the family so if we kill him off it will take years for them to have a new leader and by that time this will all be forgotten."

"I hate to say this but the bastard as a point Cahill," Asher says.

"Of course I do," Walker grunts.

I slam my cup down on the table and get up. "I might see the good in people and it might have not worked out so great in the past, but my mom spent years trying to make this damn thing! It practically tore my family apart! That thing was made to help people in this world and I will make sure it does."

With that I leave the small house and slam the door on the way out. I can hear faint calls of my name but I keep walking away. It seems as if that's the only good thing I can do now a days.

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"Didn't think you had it in you to tell her."

"Leave me alone Zeke," I grumble.

"Now is that the right way to treat your future husband."

Getting enough of him I turn around and slam him against the wall. I start punching his stomach and kicking his legs. Since I took him by surprise he falls to the floor but quickly regains his surroundings and starts blocking my punches.

"Are you insane?"

"Yes!"

He grabs my hands and pins me to the floor. I still kick him and try to get away from his grip. "I hate you! You're a fucking asshole!"

"Thea! Calm the fuck down!"

This isn't Zeke or at least this isn't the Zeke I know. I know people can change but this is just messed up. I get close to someone and they turn to be devils who are working for people who want me killed.

"I fucking hate you !" I yell again but this time I push him off.

I can see a mixture of frustration and hurt cross his eyes before they turn dark silver. He gets up and pulls me up to my feet before pushing me away. His face hardens as he looks at me and I can tell he has put a wall up. 

I hear Ada's voice inside me, telling me that this isn't him. That somewhere inside of all this hatred is the Zeke I formed a friendship with. 

"I told you the first time we met that you shouldn't trust me," he says. 

And just like that I too start putting walls around me. The cold hard truth of who he actually is and what he did to me flood through my mind. His betrayal is still fresh to me and no matter what anyone says it still stings. 

"And that was the biggest mistake I ever made in my whole life," I grit out.

I turn around to walk away but stop dead in my tracks when I see the devil staring right at me.

"Why you seem to be a bit rebellious."

Oh crap.  

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