Chapter Forty Four

Brielle's POV

“You need help, Romero. I can give it to you, I can help,” I muttered out of fear, I couldn't help but quake as he got even nearer.

“Help? What do you think I am?” He replied with a distorted expression. The smile on his face sent chills up my spine.

“No, I don't need help. I am the one helping alright,”

“Just let me go please,”

“Stop begging!” He thundered angrily. Stretched out his hands, trying to reach me.

“I didn't kidnap you, I just needed to show you the evidence I had gathered so far. I don't want to hurt you,”

I was careful, I didn't know the words that might trigger him and I wanted to use that moment to my advantage.

“Okay, show me what you brought me here for,”

“Alright,” He exhaled heavily with a soft laugh.

“I almost thought you were like the others. Come,”

He beckoned on me, I drew closer cautiously. Trying to hide the fear that was tearing through my heart.

“This is what I'm talking about,” He pulled out a photo that had some sides worn out.

“I got this photo from Gracia, it was on her corpse when she was found,”

“Wait, Gracia Al-Ghul is dead?” My look conveyed the surprise I had.

“I thought she was far away from all these,”

“Something or someone pulled her back. She was killed in Torero pack a few weeks ago,” He answered as he pulled out another file.

“The person behind this helped me escape my Asylum. I am not crazy,”

I couldn't shake off the sincerity in his eyes. He was frightened but yet I could still feel the honesty in his voice,

“You think you are being framed?”

“I don't think so. I know it,” He gasped as he fell back to the chair.

“I somehow arrive at the destination moments after their death. My path is cleared, trying to place me at the point the exact time they died,”

“Hiding in an abandoned warehouse doesn't help your case,” I said.

“It just makes you look guilty,”

“But you do believe me?” He stood from the chair and began approaching me carefully, studying my look keenly.

“You believe that I'm not guilty,”

“Honestly,” I swallowed hard before I continued.

“I don't know what to believe. I don't know anything for certain but I do know that a lot of what you are saying makes sense,”

“You know the body? The one Lucien found on the road,” He rambled as he began scattering through hips of files on the table.

“The… one that just laid there,”

“The first royal that turned up dead,” I said.

“Yes! That one, he wasn't in our club but his son wanted to join until the father stopped him,” Romero responded as he continued looking through the files, the rustling sound of the paper echoed in the entire room.

“There it is!” He called.

“What is?” I inquired in a soft whisper, my curiosity pushing aside my fear gradually.

“His autopsy report. He was poisoned,”

“Okay? What does that mean?”

“Its wild mistletoe. He had to be taking it regularly for it to kill him,” He answered swiftly as he passed along a photo of a wild mistletoe and a certain deja vu hit me.

“The real culprit is someone he trusts, someone that's like family for him to eat something handed to him,”

“I have seen this plant somewhere,” I muttered softly to myself.

“What's that?”

“I know the plant. I have seen it somewhere recently in this pack but I don't know where,” I answered as I tried to recollect. It became a nagging unpleasant feeling because I couldn't control the urge. I really wanted to know.

“The Intel I have on you says you don't leave the mansion often, so there might be a good place to check,” He suggested as he tried arranging the messed up table.

“The mansion was invaded, an alpha tried to kill me,” I took a deep long breath. Escaping death's grip had started becoming more of a habit.

“Deception,” His face looked troubled.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

“An alpha from Chase tried to kill you, but didn't. Why?” His response had me stunned because I had no clear answer.

“Why am I not dead?” I tried to get a clearer view of his question.

“Yes, why aren't you dead?” He repeated with a firm look

“They took down Zane and the pack's elite squad without breaking a sweat but yet after breaking through the mansion defenses, couldn't even harm a hair in your head,”

“Zane was…” I was about to complete my statement when his point began to clear up the fog in my mind.

“I was a distraction. He could have easily taken Zane down again and made his way to me but he didn't,”

“How were you a distraction?” He asked, looking like he already had the answer.

“To pull Lucien out,” I exhaled, my hands trembling as my thoughts went further. My body had fallen into a full panic mode because whoever it was, they had been manipulating everything from the start.

“They used your mate's connection with Lucien to bring him out of the hospital,” Romero said as he pulled out another file.

“But why?”

“Angelina is fine, I saw her. That means it wasn't to finish the job,” The confusion had begun to set in slowly.

“It has to be for a reason. I feel like I know it but…”

“You don't want to believe it,” He completed my sentence.

“You don't want to believe that the enemy was right in front of you. You don't want to believe that blood can kill blood, family kill family,”

“This is insane,” I dropped the file in my hand subconsciously. My legs began to pace in the same rhythm with my heart.

“What you are implying is far worse,”

“Oh yes,” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.

“I know what I'm saying and I know that's what your instinct is telling you,”

“It can't be!” I blurted, putting a voice to the feelings scorching my insides.

“Such evil can't exist,”

“Then why are you hurt by just the thought of it?” His question froze me instantly.

“The thought of killing a person that shared an existence with you, the thought of a twin killing her twin.”

“It can't be her,” I scoffed as I fell back to the door.

“It's her whether you like it or not.” He said.

“The killer is Angelina,”