Keeper's POV:
The room smelled of silence and fear — the kind that comes from knowing you've been caught.
Keifer Watson sat across the table, expression calm but pulse betraying him. Beside him, Yuri looked like a painting cracked at the edges — beautiful, cold, and terrified to break.
David stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, while Stella leaned against the marble desk, polishing her gun with that quiet grace she wore like perfume. I took the seat opposite Kiefer, slow, deliberate, letting silence do what words couldn't.
"You've both been busy," I began. My voice didn't need to rise; people always listened when they understood the cost of not doing so. "Manipulating families… forcing marriages… playing with hearts for revenge."
Yuri's fingers twitched. "I— I did what I had to. Jay was—"
"Don't," Stella interrupted, her tone lazy but lethal. "Don't say her name with that mouth, sweetheart. You don't deserve to speak of it."
Keifer's jaw clenched. "If you're here to threaten me—"
David cut in smoothly, "Threaten? No, Mr. Watson. We're here to clarify." He stepped forward, eyes like ice. "You wanted revenge for what her brother did, didn't you? Congratulations. You got it. You made her bleed, you broke her trust… but it ends here."
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. "You don't get to use her pain anymore, Keifer. You don't get to breathe her name, or even think about crossing her path again."
Then I turned to Yuri. "And you… manipulating her family into signing her off to yourself?" My smile didn't reach my eyes. "You've got exactly twenty-four hours to disappear from her life. After that, Stella starts cleaning up."
Stella clicked the safety off her gun, humming softly. "I always liked cleaning days."
Yuri swallowed hard, eyes darting between us. "You can't scare me—"
David's chuckle was low and humorless. "We already did."
I rose, adjusting my cuffs. "This isn't a warning. It's closure. From now on, Jay doesn't know you. You don't know her. If I even hear that one of you looked in her direction…" I paused, smiling faintly, "…I'll make sure the Wilson name is the last thing you remember."
We left them there — shaken, silent, drowning in the weight of what they'd done.
Outside, the air was cool. Jay was miles away, untouched by the storm. She'd never know how close her monsters came to paying for what they did.
And that's exactly how I wanted it.