Tor narrows her eyes, but she doesn’t question her any further.
“Now, where’s my nephew? I’m not staying for long, so I need to get my cuddles in.”
“He’s up in our room, come on.”
I’ve thought about taking Tor back to Willow’s Peak so she could be around everyone we know, to see if it would help, but when I go to open my mouth and see what she thinks, it doesn’t come out. There are reminders everywhere. It wouldn’t help in the long run but her seeing Harper today is good.
“Is JJ here?” Angel asks walking into the kitchen.
“Nah. She’s alone.”
“Is she good?” he asks.
I pull out a chair at the table and he follows suit. I give him the lowdown about what went down when I ran Lily out of town.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” He snorts.
“I’ve promised Harp’s that I won’t kill her, but I wanna know where she is and if she returns to Willow’s Peak. If she fucks up, I’m gonna need you to be me.”
He mocks a shudder running through him and laughs. “The thought of being you should scare the shit outta me.”
“Don’t lie. You’d love to be me, even for just an hour.”
“Seriously, though, what’s she gotta do to warrant death?”
Staring at my VP, I tell him, “Cause one fuckin’ tear.”
He nods slowly and I lean back in my chair.
“I’m not expecting you to draw it out. A simple bullet in the back of the head and a grave in the middle of no where will do.”
“Done.” A slow smirk covers his face. “Then you’d owe me bigtime.”
“Nah, the number of times I’ve saved your ass, you owe me for all days.”
I stand and walk out with his laughter trailing behind me.
I glance over in Annabel’s direction, and she’s sat at the corner table with a bottle of beer and her nose in a book. It’s then I notice the brothers all watching her.
I look at her again and try to see what they find so fascinating. I wouldn’t say she’s ugly, but she isn’t anything special. There’s not a remarkable feature about her.
I ask King, “What the fuck are you lot staring at?”
For the life of me I can’t work it out.
“She’s reading.”
“Yeah, I see that. You lot never seen someone read before?” I grunt.
Trey tells me, “Prez, she’s weird. She was just crying about something then in the next breath she was laughing.”
“You’re a bunch of fuckin’ idiots.”
Before they can waste more time today, I remind them, “Shouldn’t you all be looking into who shot at me this morning?”
With their reminder, they all shoot up and get to work.
Every step I take up to my room is slick with the blood. The smell setting up home in my nose. I slip twice on my way to the top and land on my ass when Effie’s door is open and her room empty. We were warned she could get away and she has. Fuck. The sound of a safety catch being released echoes through the hall, and I scramble up to my feet, noting my hands are red with blood. A masked figure is stood ten feet from me, aiming their piece straight for my head.
