I always assumed he got his intelligence and personality from his mother because Frank was as dry as an old shriveled pussy.
“You’re a million miles away,” Indigo said as we sat on her couch. I’d found myself wandering to her each night I had time off. Klaus was off collecting for Matteo, so it left me with an evening by myself, or rather, with Indigo. I’d decided to return to her because I simply missed her. I pushed everything else going through my mind out of it in the hope for a modicum of peace.
“I’m right here,” I said, offering her a quick smile.
“Liar.” She smiled back at me.
The girl was beautiful. Stunning, really. Hair black as pitch. Red, plump lips. Eyes so blue…
I looked away from her. I wondered if this was what it was like for Klaus and his woman. If he was drawn to her without answer on repeat, all the confusion at the feelings tumbling around making irritation rise like an ugly serpent.
The fact that she’d forgiven me for the things I’d done to her astounded me. I was not a man you forgave. At least I wasn’t now.
“Your father said he came to see you today,” I said.
She rolled her brilliant blue eyes. “Yes. He did. He complained about wanting me out of here, but I think I like it here. I rarely work, and really only have to if I want to. Honestly, I think he wants me out so he doesn’t stumble in on a night when I’m downstairs.”
I grunted at that.
Indigo served alcohol to the rich men here. We had a hands-off establishment unless the women agreed to take the men up on their offers. There were sex shows and various other things happening here, but Indigo did not participate. Frank was livid when he realized she’d be here. I guess it put a damper on his Saturday night because he was often one of the men in the crowd before Indigo arrived.
In the beginning of this place, Carmine had it run like the underground, where women were bought and paid for, and a night with them typically meant trauma. Matteo ended it the moment it was signed over to him to give to Dominic when he came of age.
Of course, everyone still thought it was run that way. They learned fast, though. Some women were guilty and dealt with, like Macy Church. Feeding information to Everett Church as an insider with the horsemen didn’t go well. We never told the horsemen what we knew about the girl, but somehow Matteo found it in his heart to end the business she was in, and Klaus carried it out.
It was an ugly day, and Matteo had been out of his mind in many ways. Luckily, he’d gotten better since. He came and went in that manner. Macy was giving bits of the sugar recipe to Everett, and he was developing something from it. Our intel said it was some bad medicine that could control people, steal memories, and render them paralyzed. We’d rather that power be in the hands of the horsemen and not the damn underground. At least the horsemen appeared to have some of their humanity left.
So Macy had to die. We knew Everett planned on offing her anyway and then doing unspeakable things to the body after, so really, we did her a favor.
“Your father loves you,” I said to Indigo.
“Right. I’m sure,” she muttered. “I don’t think he loves any of us. He just keeps making more, though.”
I had to agree on that. Frank was always fucking someone new. He had so many damn kids lying around the city that we stopped congratulating him and offered to pay for his vasectomy.
He’d declined, the prick.
Like the world needed more fatherless children. He really was the beginning of an epidemic.
“How is your brother?” I asked, wanting to change the subject from fucking Frank.
“Which one?” She raised her brows at me as she took a sip of her wine.
“Silas. I saw Sylar yesterday.”
“I have no idea. He’s in solitary confinement for sixty days right now. Guess he bit someone on the neck and tore out the guy’s jugular. Apparently, that’s frowned upon.”
I winced. I knew Silas had his issues, but I didn’t realize how bad they truly were. He was Indigo’s twin. Older than her by onlyminutes. I’d met him once, and it was enough. His eyes spoke his truth.
The boy was insane. More so than Sylar.
Silas had been sent to Stillwater Asylum and was still there. Sylar at least got the ability to have some sense of freedom. Of course, one got that when they knew how to work the system. Sylar had been involved in the underground since he was a young boy. The fact that he’d come out as well-adjusted as he had was a surprise.
If what he was could be called well-adjusted.
“Did the person Silas attack die?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. “He never leaves people alive once he decides it’s their time. He said it’s his God complex.”
