Eleventh hour

DELILAH'S POV

The clanking of the metal chimes through the air as the guards pass through Jack into the filthy prison cell, locking the cell so he has nowhere to run. pathetic prison cell for a filthy piece of trash. Just what he deserved. It's a pity; he wouldn't have had such a fate if he had simply done as he was told, but he had to go rogue on us. 

He turned around, his brows furrowed in anger as he shot me a dirt glare. If looks could kill, I'd be dead by now. That's if he had the balls to kill in the first place. Poor cousin Jack has always been the lily-livered one, the weakest link in the family. And the thing about weak links is that they have to be severed, regardless of how attached we might be to those links. They only hold us back from fulfilling our full potential.