The moment Beetle finished screaming his last, like a wounded animal being put out of its misery, Jane sighed and rubbed her forehead in annoyance while entering the penthouse.
“You’ve been sloppy before, but this is your messiest work yet,” Jane sighed. "Look, I know this isn't what you do all the time, I've killed way more people, in way worse ways, for America's 'freedom' and 'security,' so I have no high horse to sit on, and I've loved you for way too long to just throw it all away over one guy, no matter how much I thought I cared for him. I mean it when I said I want to marry you, and since this doesn't change that, nothing will. But, while I'm sure Beetle deserved to die...I knew he did this six months ago, loved him, held him in my arms as he cried over the colossal guilt he felt, broke up with him because
duh, and completely understood his fear of coming forward. So now what? Are you going to kill me too for keeping his secret? Hm? Because we worried about that. But I always thought...yeah, maybe the old Yasmine would kill him, but that's in the past.
"Now, you might be having another kid. Did you think about the example you're setting them? What will they think when they see their mother pulling out a man's brain like an old car engine? Why did you have Erika see it? To terrify her? To make her think more carefully before ever saying something you don't like? Are people who leave bad reviews of your restaurants going to die now because they're betraying you? There are so many other things to consider...but the thing is, I would have just buried the body at sea and no one else would have been the wiser."
Just like all the others I've dumped in the ocean like I'm taking out the fucking trash. And now you've had your date with Erika and have started a war before I can safely get to really know you. Juuuust great, Yasmine, Jane thought to herself.
"I don't know where this is going. Just...next time you have to make an example of someone, clue me in first, alright? And maybe don't beat up an old lady? Just a thought," Jane said and hugged herself to Yasmine tightly. Never letting her go.
Erika, for her part, cried at the video. Not just because Yasmine had done the unthinkable, something that had only ever been rumored before. She mourned the loss of his mentor...the only man who'd sheltered her...who'd given her her friends. But also the ideal of Beetle, the father figure and noble dropper who could do no wrong in her eyes. They were both murderers, and they both deserved each other.
But she'd gotten a pregnancy test, and it was already positive. As long as this life grew inside her, there was still hope that the part of Yasmine that had held and loved her so thoroughly as her desire had been unleashed inside Erika was still in there. Somewhere.
She had to hope, because to not hope was to go mad.
Which, Shiloh was on the verge of doing. Months of being abandoned, months of losing everyone she cared about, and months of enduring all this alone made the young Irish girl want to snap the tablet in half and cry until she died. Because, apparently, she could do nothing right, everyone around her died, or sold out like Erika, and the only reminder she had of the person who had cared about her without condition was his sperm in an InfiniCool medical grade freezer in a can. Stupid, stupid, stupid little girl.
Instead, she tightened her free fist and punched a wall to get out some of her aggression, and to have the pain distract from
the fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness threatening to bubble up again and consume her.
The only reason she'd gone along with Beetle's plan to bait her was because he said he had a brain tumor and was going to die anyway. But somehow, deep down, after Yasmine had bought the safety of everyone at Brona's and seemed to be treating Erika so well, with Erika genuinely in love with her from what she had heard down the grapevine, Shiloh hoped that Yasmine would prove her wrong. That she would choose mercy and justice over blind revenge. Perhaps that would have lifted the blinders from her own eyes.
Now?
Now the war was on. This time for good. Shiloh sealed it with the scream of someone with nothing left to lose, and lightning flashed to reveal
Deirdre in her armor.
"You're lucky I will never kill," Shiloh then said to no one, as her tears and the rain rolled down her face in equal measure. That was the One Rule she'd put on herself after watching the life drain from the Irish Irredentist Legion monster who'd killed her parents and tried to gut her while he laughed. "But I'll break every bone in your body, slowly, and make you wish I could."