My mind reeled. Lyra wasn't some old flame Garrett had rekindled things with. She was a mafia queen. The head of a crime family that apparently wanted to destroy my brother.
Lyra leaned forward, her perfectly manicured nails drumming against the armrest. "Your brother's been quite the thorn in my side, if you'll excuse the pun." Her laugh echoed off the warehouse walls. "But now? Now I have his precious baby sister right where I want her."
The realization hit like a physical blow. I wasn't just collateral damage in Garrett's revenge plot. I was a pawn in a much bigger game - one that had been playing out for years while I remained blissfully ignorant.
My voice shook as I found my words. "You used me... all this time, just to get to my brother?"
Lyra's laugh cut through the air like bro
