Marshall noticed we were on the move and zipped around his friends as Levi began leading us into a back hallway.
“Where are we going?” Marshall leaned in, his forehead bumping my arm since he was trying to take a drink at the same time. And walk. And talk. So he stumbled into a wall as well.
He was drunk. He’d been drinking steadily the whole time.
I chose to save my breath.
Levi continued moving, now going through a door and into a hallway on the second floor.
Palma glanced back at us and mouthed, “So. Hot!”
Marshall frowned at her. “What’d you just say?”
She bulged her eyes out at him before looking ahead again.
I slapped Marshall on the chest.
“Ouch.” He touched where I’d hit him. “What was that for?”
I shook my head. “Just because.”
He was still rubbing his chest. “Well, that hurt.”
I was on edge. Again. I’d been watching how much I drank once we got here because if Creighton showed up, I knew him. Everything would be about him. And he wouldn’t hardly do anything. He’d just have to walk through the room, but this place was full of his soldiers. Or followers. They would know he was here. The air in the room would change.
I ignored the pinching in my chest, reminding myself it was because of the last time he and I spoke.
The “prime viewing spot” was a private balcony above the fighting ring. No one else but our group was allowed.
My knees almost shook from the relief.
Levi noticed my reaction, shaking his head. I couldn’t help it. He was all in with Creighton. He also didn’t know what it was like to have a conscience, so there you go. He didn’t understand, but it didn’t matter tonight. Creighton wasn’t here. Their friend was about to fight soon.
I needed more drinks.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Creighton
I was rarely tired, even though I hardly slept. I didn’t feel the stress of this life. Blake used to tease me and then complain how it was another attribute that made me not human.
I told her she was just jealous, but tonight I was tired.
West and Walden moved on Blake when she was at Cole Mauricio’s nightclub. She was on Mauricio territory, so I was returning from a summons to explain my side of her kidnapping. Cole Mauricio shouldn’t have that much power, but he did. He was attached to another formidable name as well, another Mafia family that ran an entire country and half of this one. They didn’t run where I lived, but together they were strong enough where I needed to step carefully moving forward.
We didn’t need additional Mafia families joining. The war was between West and Walden and me. They needed a couple name.
Walst?
Or Tristian and Ashton ... Tristian was commonly called Trace.
Trashtan. Just Trash.
Team Trash. I liked that.
The Trash Twins.
The Trash Twins fucked up.
