“Yes.”
“Then today you’ll earn your place with us.”
I’m still enjoying the fact he cut Effie’s finger off. If he does this next order to my satisfaction, he’ll have my vote without hesitation.
Angel bounds up the stairs and joins us.
“Let’s do this,” I say.
It seems Effie took me seriously. She’s stood by the far wall, waiting for us.
“You’re on time,” she murmurs, her bravado on shaky ground.
“Told ya I would be,” I tell her.
We fill the room, leaving little room for anyone to move.
“Tell us what we wanna know,” I begin.
“Promise me I’ll live if I tell you.”
A new idea comes to mind.
“Yes. I promise.” The air in the room shifts with the brothers’ confusion. “I give you my word that I won’t kill you if you give up where Ford is.”
Her stare tries its best to capture me into some sort of lockdown. I give her a look to say I’m being truthful. That she can trust me. I have no idea if I’m pulling it off but when shesighs, I know I’ve got her. The longer the seconds drag on with her silence, the harder and faster my blood pumps around my body. I dare not move in case it trips her, and she changes her mind. The silence is chilling.
She leans forward, whispers in my ear, and smiles as my blood runs ice cold. I’ve never felt this sensation before and oddly, I don’t fucking like it.
“You better be fuckin’ with me,” I manage to choke out.
Her arrogant smile has me wanted to wrap my hand around her neck. “You wanted to know and now you do.”
Pushing through the brothers, I leave the room and head down to the bar. I go to grab a beer but end up pacing.
“Where is he?” Angel asks. “What did she tell you?” he adds when I say nothing.
I grip onto the bar, just to know this is real and I’m not stuck in a nightmare. I just can’t fucking believe it.
“Prez, you’re as pale as a ghost,” Trey chimes.
Angel grabs my shoulder and yanks me around to face him.
“What the fuck, Luc? Where is he?”
“He’s…” I slam my fist on the bar top. Anger overrides the shock. “He’s at my family’s cabin.”
“Leo’s old place?”
I can only nod.
“Fuck!”
“Exactly. He’s been under our noses the whole fuckin’ time!” I roar reaching for a chair and throwing it across the bar.
“Hold on,” King says. “Where is your family’s cabin?”
I inhale deeply before telling him, “Willow’s Peak.”
