Guilt was a sign of weakness—something anyone with two fucking brain cells should know better than to feel.
Hedgeford had tried to blackmail Brooks. He should’ve seen his death coming.
But to save face, I’d go.
My father, who hated attending anything, was pissed at me for having to do the same. He typically forced Benny or me to go to events on behalf of the family.
When I heard Blair’s shower water running, I pushed the bathroom door open to find her wrapped in a towel and checking the water’s temperature.
“Keep that tattoo dry.” I gestured to her stomach.
She pulled her hand from the water and flicked it at me. “You can’t just mark people whenever you want.”
I tapped my knuckles against the doorframe. “That’s where you’re mistaken, my sweet Fawn.”
I stepped into the bathroom, trapping her against the shower’s glass wall. My mouth curved into a cruel smirk when I tugged the towel from her body.
When she reached for it, I snatched her wrist to stop her.
Lowering my head, I whispered in her ear, “I can mark you, fuck you, do anything I want with this sweet body.”
She shuddered as I crawled my fingers down the soft skin of her hips.
“Now, don’t get that tattoo wet, or I’ll make sure it’s marked on your forehead next time.” To emphasize my words, I tapped her forehead with one hand and smacked her ass with the other. “Come on. We don’t have much time. Someone made me run late by making me eat her pussy.”
As soon as I retreated a step, she quickly snatched the towel and wrapped it back around her. On my way out of the room, I grabbed my blazer and threw it over my shoulder.
I cracked my neck as I walked down the corridor toward a secret door hidden in a wall of stone around the corner.
After I scanned my fingerprint, the door slid open, revealing a dark tunnel. I stalked through it and made a beeline for Locker Hall.
“How’s she doing?” Brooks asked when I walked in. He shrugged into his black blazer.
“Fine, given the circumstances,” I replied.
“She seemed strong until we played that song.”
I nodded.
“How fucked up that a lullaby was her weakness.”
“I need to find outwhy, the significance of it all.”
“The fact that someone had tipped us off on her trauma means they knew she’d been chosen, knew when her Initiation was.” He kicked his foot up on a bench to tie his shoes.
“It had to have been her stepfather.”
“Have youfigured out who he is?”
“Not yet.”
“I’ll make sure the other Sons keep their ears open.”
“Appreciate it.”
“It’s fucking bullshit we have to attend this funeral.”
I pitied Brooks more than myself today. The funeral would be broadcast on TV and streamed live. The cameras would be on him and his family, so he had to pretend to mourn the pussy-ass bitch we’d killed. At least I could sit in the back with no cameras in my face.
