Chapter 339: Sweet Hell
I stared down at the lone figure as he made his way through the crowd. His shoulders were back, and his head was held high, but there was no way he wasn’t affected. That type of betrayal cut you to the bone if you let it.
And it was really hard to not let it.
The ten of us were at the top of the main building, watching the show that was going on around us with mild amusement. At Désiré’s request, I had even brought out the popcorn as we witnessed everything that had happened.
I really was going to nominate Alicia for an award or something. Her acting was nothing short of genius, and the fact that everyone seemed to have bought it was even more remarkable. Everyone was fussing over the wound in her hip, but if she wasn’t careful, it was going to be healed long before a doctor was able to see her.
Sitting with my feet dangling over the edge of the roof, I couldn’t help but cock my head to the side and look at Dante, who was standing behind me."
"Does it hurt to see him like that?" I asked, tipping my head toward Bishop. His head was bleeding like only head wounds could, but he still hadn’t shown the slightest bit of weakness. I almost found myself cheering for him.
"He made his bed," shrugged Dante after a moment. "Now he gets to sleep in it."
"It’s almost like divine retribution," I smirked as even the guards turned their backs. "Betrayed and then betrayed. Like a circle that never seems to end." Bishop had betrayed Dante and had turned his back on the man who he had considered to be both a friend and a boss for god only knew how many years. All in the name of saving humans.
Now the same humans he had worked so hard to save were now turning their backs on him, his new friends and wife now betraying him.