"None of your fucking business," I reply before Reese can open her mouth.
Elijah just smirks at me, and I swear to fuck if I ever meet him on the ice I’m busting up his medium ugly face until it’s black and blue.
"Reese St. Pierre," she says, and I swear to god my heart stops. She just gave them her full fucking name.
Lucien's eyes narrow slightly, recognition flickering across his face. "St. Pierre? Any relation to Reagan St. Pierre?"
Fuck. Fucking fuck.
"She's my sister," Reese says, looking surprised. "Do you know her?"
"We've crossed paths," Lucien says, his gaze shifting to me. There's a question there, one I don't want to answer.
Great. So not only am I gonna have to kill Copeland, but now I'll need to murder my cousin and his wife too, leaving their kids as orphans. Because why the fuck is everyone in my life tangled up with Black Crown?
"We should catch up sometime, Blackwood," Lucien continues. "It's been too long since our last…interaction."
"Yeah, pass." I start to pull Reese away. "Been real, but bye."
Lucien's hand shoots out, gripping my forearm with surprising strength. "I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss me,"he says, his voice dropping to a register that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "Especially when I know exactly what happened to that ballerina."
My blood turns to fucking ice. I stop dead, my fingers digging into Reese's waist hard enough to bruise. Her sharp intake of breath tells me she heard him too.
"What did you just say?" I ask, my voice deadly quiet.
"Your little girlfriend's handiwork was quite...impressive." His eyes slide to Reese, who's gone completely still beside me. "But Weston Holliday isn't as careful as he thinks. We have eyes everywhere, Blackwood. Even in junkyards."
Fuck. How the fuck does he know about that? West swore the place was clean.
"What do you want?" I ask, cutting through the bullshit.
Lucien releases my arm, straightening his already perfect cuffs. "A conversation. Nothing more."
"About?"
"Your family. Your talents. The way you've been wasting them when you could be doing so much more."
I laugh, a harsh sound with no humor in it. "Right. Because joining your little cult is such a step up."
His eyes darken. "Black Crown isn't a cult, Blackwood. It's the future. And whether you like it or not, your family is already part of it."
"My family," I repeat, the words bitter on my tongue.
"Penn's been quite useful," Lucien says, watching my reaction carefully. "Though he doesn't know exactly who he's working for."
Jesus fucking Christ. Penn, you stupid motherfucker. What have you done?
"We'll be in touch," Lucien says, stepping back. "Enjoy your evening."
He turns and walks away, Elijah following after shooting us a wink that makes me want to rip his face off.
"What the fuck have you gotten tangled up in?" I hiss once we're out of earshot.
Cope has the decency to wince, grabbing the back of his neck and squeezing. "There's shit about my family you don't know," he admits, looking anywhere but at me. "Lucien and I are loosely related."
"Just fucking great," I growl, running my free hand through my hair. "You, my cousin, my father. Is everyone playing super secret illuminati but me?"
Reese interrupts with a choking laugh. The sound so unexpected it makes my head snap toward her.
