Because even if someone had her number, we never discuss business—any business—over the phone. Sure, our phone numbers are illegal and obviously unregistered. This makes them practically untraceable. We kick up a ton of money to master hackers for government-grade security measures. Still, we don’t take chances. Ever. It’s why other organizations have fallen while the Unholy continue to thrive.
Crow eyeballs him as if he’s lost his mind. “Not you. We’re asking nicely, not forcing.” He motions at Havoc. “It makes sense for him to go since they grew up together.”
Oh, hell no.
“I’ll go.”
Honestly, I’m not even sure what I offered to do, but if it means I get a face-to-face with Faith, I’m all in.
“The fuck you will,” Rotten says on a snort.
“What?” I feign insult. “You don’t think I can persuade her to do whatever it is we need her to do?”
Wraith full-on laughs. “Faith will slit your throat if you get within arm’s reach of her.”
He’s not wrong. Especially after the other night. Maybe if she hadn’t caught me getting another blowjob, I might have a chance at making peace with her. Now? Not so much.
“Fine,” I concede. “Havoc should go.”
Havoc drags a hand through his short, dark blonde hair. He finally caved and got it cut. The new ‘do did nothing to help himnotlook like an extra from the showVikings. “I doubt she knows anything. Like me, she has an aversion to drugs.”
That’s putting it mildly. Those of us who grew up with Havoc and Discord saw what these brothers suffered. Faith had a front-row seat to their childhood. She lived directly next door to them, and when I forced Havoc to take sides the day I cheated on her, it added an extra layer of betrayal. Even so, she kept his and Discord’s secrets. But we never needed the dirty details of they endured. The scars they wear tell the tales of what it was like growing up with a crackhead for a mother.
And fuck me, but Faith doing a favor for the Unholy? I call that a prime reason to cozy up to my elusive ex-girlfriend.
Of course, Crow can’t know I have every intention of tagging along with Havoc untilafterI tag along with Havoc.
Yeah, I’ll catch hell, and Havoc will give me shit and try to stop me, but in the end, I’ll win this battle because I’m as persistent as a rash, and once I have Faith alone, she’ll have no choice but to forgive me.
Easy peasy.
Right?
Right.
4
Faith
Wrong.
The whole design is wrong. It’s too bright. Too busy. Too…everything. Usually, I can nail a project on the first or second try, with minor tweaks to get it perfect. But this horror… What’s wrong with me today?
Oh, I know exactly what’s wrong.
It starts withJes. Ends withter.
Once I finish unpacking and life resembles something like normal again, I’m sure I’ll get the man out of my head. Until then, the struggle is real not to dwell on him. Being in Mayhem is still too new. It tore open an old wound, but like when the pain was fresh, it has to heal all over again. And also, like before, I’ll come away stronger.
First, though, I need to rework this garbage staring back at me from my computer screen. Part of the problem is that I worked for the same company for a year. I got comfortable, and as much as I loved a steady income, the job itself didn’t challenge me.
This right here?
It’s kicking my ass.
The job should be simple. Zefra-D is rebranding, with the pharmaceutical company on the precipice of global notoriety. They’re preparing to announce a medical miracle of sorts—an economical solution to astronomical drug prices. And I don’t mean bullshit affordable. After I signed a nondisclosure agreement, I became privy to private company documentation. They aren’t talking out of their ass when they claim no one should die because they can’t afford medication.
With Big Pharma answerable to no one, their profit margin is ridiculous. Shame on those greedy assholes. In comes Zefra-D, with their life-saving price plans.
