Chapter Eighty-Six

Lauren's POV

Darla had a bullet between her brows, and Jameson was right behind the gun that had killed her, his eyes filled with confusion and realization of what he had just done to his sister.

There was so much silence that I was afraid of looking in Damien’s direction. I could feel the anger reeling off of him and rubbing off on me in waves that the only thing I wanted to do was stand up and bolt for the door.

“What… What have you done?” I asked, but my voice was stuck in my throat, leaving the words in the air like a whisper in the wind.

Jameson, as if suddenly realizing what he had done and the gravity of it, moved away from his sister’s silent body on the couch with the hand that held the gun falling to his side.

“Let go of me,” Damien said to the goons who had been holding him down against the couch, and there was something in his tone that made them let go of him with immediate effect.

Damien stood on the couch for a moment as his brothe