The Arrangement Anthology 2(140)

“I don’t know. He just wanted to talk to me.”

“About what?” Peter jumps into his seat and we shoot across the bridge like it’s on fire. He can’t get me away from here fast enough. I feel like I’m going to puke. This is the part where I have to decide who to trust and who to cut free. I trust Peter, but I like Sidney. I want to make sure Peter makes it to their wedding.

I stare at the water racing by my window, repeating the things I was told to say. Sean will be deposited at the Babylon train station at midnight and Marty will flee. But that’s not what will really happen. Instead, Marty will turn himself in and Sean will drop the charges. Marty will pay a few fines and everything will be like it was before, except now I know the truth. Up until now, I thought the person I needed to be afraid of was Miss Black. Now, she seems to be the least of my worries.

Peter’s voice reaches through my thoughts. “Avery?”

“Hmm?” I glance over at him. I’d been staring at the causeway, and mentally drifted from the conversation.

“So, no ransom?”

I shake my head. “No, it was personal. With Marty, it’s always been personal. He loves me.” He told me to say that. It’s the only excuse for his behavior that everyone will swallow without question. “He tried to get me to forgive him. I said I couldn’t, that I love Sean.” My voice cracks, because after all this time, after all these tales, I finally get to tell someone the truth. But it won’t matter because once Sean does this, there’s no going back.

I was full of it when I said I could take Campone’s place. I’d be dead in a day. That man was a lunatic, killing as he pleased. The part of Sean that feeds on fear and control will thrive in that life. I can’t let it happen, but I don’t know what to do. Glancing at Peter, I watch the side of his face, wondering if I should tell him everything. The Ferro family is full of devious people, but Peter isn’t a Ferro, not anymore.

I could go to Constance for help, but it’s possible she’s already one of the players in this game. Mel is a question mark, so is Gabe. Amber and Naked Guy are dead because of this, because of me. Bryan is dead too, and Sean is throwing away his cousin’s gift by doing this.

I can’t allow it. I won’t let him do this. Somewhere inside Sean is a man that’s protective and will sacrifice himself to save everyone else. He did it to save the memory of Amanda and now he’s doing it to save me. I need help. By the time I decide to say something to Peter, we’re passing Babylon Village and getting farther east. I didn’t even ask where we’re going. I just got into his car and let him drive.

“Peter, I need to ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

Once I say these words I can’t take them back. Peter has a life ahead of him. Peter escaped this life and all the crap that comes with it. But without him, Sean will die. He’ll fall deeper into Hell and become the demon he thinks he is. “Peter, I—”

Before I can tell him, his phone rings. SEAN FERRO lights up on the screen. “Oh, thank God.” Peter clicks the green button and answers on speaker. “You had us worried, bro. Avery said he didn’t want you. You ok?”

“I’m fine.” Sean sounds pissy, but doesn’t come across with the strength I know he has—he’s going to blindside them all. Every one of Campone’s men will think Sean is weak, recovering from a bullet wound. They won’t see what hit them until it’s too late. Sean is planning a lot more than he said, that much I’m sure. “That little shit was just trying to scare me. I’m in Babylon, at the train station. Any chance you could head this way.”

“No problem, we were just passing through. I’ll be there in ten.” The line goes dead. Peter lets out a sigh of relief. “I couldn’t stand to lose him, too. Not after everything we’ve been through. He doesn’t talk about it much, but Amanda’s death hit him really hard, and the trial nearly destroyed him. Sean wants to be a pillar of steel, but he’s not. No one can hold it together that long and not break. If I didn’t have Sidney,” he shakes his head and lets out a nervous laugh. Glancing at me, he tips his head. “What were you saying?”

Peter turns onto Montauk Highway, heading toward the station. My gut squeezes hard. He’s going to lose Sean. There’s no way to get out of this and keep Peter’s family intact. I stare at the dashboard, thinking.

“Avery?”

“I can’t tell you.” I look over at him, wishing that I could.

“Are you in trouble?” Peter’s worry lines crease deeper as he glances from me to the road. He slows his approach to the station. “Talk to me. Maybe I can help.”