No remorse or guilt would I ever have after torturing her because she deserved it. She deserved every little thing that was done to her. She deserved to feel the burning hot rope pierce her skin and tighten around her neck. She deserved to be suffocating. She was the one that should be held responsible for killing my men. She was the one to be blamed behind the hospital full of people and the ones that were mourning their lost ones in this attack and now she'll pay the price.

She said she loved me. How could a woman who has no guilt for killing this many people and hurting them love anyone? She manipulated her way into my heart and now she was so close she took the dagger sneakily behind my back and stabbed it. Betrayal. Utter betrayal. For the first time where I was very much so capable of feeling something, it had to be her. The one woman who at this moment had enough rage to throw her down from a grey height like Mount Everest. Bloody bitch. Lying cunning bitch. No manners. All she knew what to do was lie. Simply lie lie lie. She could probably be a con artist and get a hell of amount of money.

I was so angry that I was getting a drink. I have never and have always refused to ever mx business and pleasure together but here I am drinking during work hours. Vodka. I was seriously needing that drink. Guess that's my mother's Russian genes pulling through even if I'm my dad's exact copy.

"You drinking while working?" Sloan walked in and sat opposite me.

"Mmmhm."

"Thought you don't mx business and pleasure."

"Mmmhm."

"Boss, you good?"

"Perfectly good."

"You're mad."

"Nope."

"Yes, at Reina."

"No, just confused on how the bitch managed to outsmart me."

"She must be clever like that, boss."

"She's a manipulated conniving bitch."

"Boss, you need to blow of some steam."

"I'll do my own thing and you do yours."

"Ok, boss."

I went into the hospital to find Felix but he looked at me and walked away. Even my most trustworthy men had liked her and wanted her to be someone that stayed in my life but clearly, she was to engrossed on being a rat that I somehow fell in love with.

I walked in and saw Jared.

"Boss, you know the woman that you helped stitched her hand up."

"What about her?"

"Do you know where she is? I want to say thanks since she saved my life."

"She's the rat that caused you to nearly die."

"What?"

"You heard me right, Jared."

"Why did she help me and Leah by saving our lives?"

"Do I look like a mind reader Jared."

"Sorry, boss."

Suddenly I was punched from behind and was met with another pair of red eyes.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, ANGELA?"

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU PUT HER IN A CELL?"

"She's the fucking rat."

"No, she isn't."

"I'm telling you she is."

"I highly doubt it."

"You're my sister. You should be on my side."

"Blood is not thicker than water. You want me to trust you on one thing but did you even see the way she looked at you. She was in love with you."

"But at the end of the day, she was the rat and don't test me on th- "

Just then the gun shots were coming from my office. I exchanged a concerned look with Angela and we both ran to the office.

Angelo and Felix had both of their guns pointed at Sloan.

"GUNS DOWN." I commanded but none of them listened.

"He's the rat. Not Reina." Felix stated

"What bullshit are you talking about?"

"Look at my phone. There's a picture of him talking with the Milans boss and right now we caught him stealing the files."

I looked at the picture and Angelo were right.

My brain is so bombarded by fear that my actions lose control and right now I had no idea what the hell was happening. I was in a state of complete shock.

Reina didn't do it. Reina wasn't the rat. Reina loved me and I tortured her. My eyes water up; the air around me feels lighter and my sight blurs up.

"I killed the love of my life."