Nico said he’d rather rip off his left nutsack.
Cedric acted like he hadn’t heard me, and Cassian only shrugged.
My attention landed on Brooks. “You’re not getting out of it, you know.”
He turned fully toward me. “Getting out of what?”
“Don’t bullshit me.” I lowered my voice, knowing some of those women had the ears of a hawk. “You need to tell Daphne she’ll be your Fawn.”
“About that …”
“About thatis that she’ll be your Fawn.”
“I changed my mind?—”
“There’s no changing your mind.” I set my plate to the side to rest my elbows on my knees and moved in closer. “I’ll go grab that guy’s ashes, glue them back to-fucking-gether and rebuild his body if I have to. You made a promise, and we keep our promises here.”
The cold gaze he gave me could freeze hell.
“You don’t tell her, I’ll put a new announcement out.” I took a bite of pizza, chewed, then added, “I’ll also let your father know.”
He flipped me off and slumped deeper into the couch. His father was going to flip his shit when he found out he’d chosen Daphne, and he would once Selection started. But the president would have to get over it.
She was the one who had figured out the VP wanted him dead. He owed her father a pardon for that alone. Her father was also helping to lead us to every Elder Son who’d conspired to shoot the president and my father in retaliation for us joining the Sons.
I belonged here. We all did. More than they ever had.
We were the souls of the Sons, and there was no getting rid of us.
“You don’t tell her tonight, then I’maccidentallytelling Blair, and you know she tells Daphne everything,” I added to further force him.
He was still out of control and needed a Fawn now more than ever. Daphne would calm him. I was sure of it.
Sure, she’d drive him insane, but I doubted he’d be out killing motherfuckers. And I knew other eyes were already on her. We’d just taken in new Prospect Sons, and soon, they’d be joining us and choosing their Fawns. It’d be one hell of a year if I had to deal with a jealous Brooks realizing too late what he wanted.
“Since we’re making our own rules now, how about we no longer need permission to ask them to be our Fawns?” he suggested. “We grab Daphne in the middle of the night, drag her straight into Initiation, and bam! She’s a Fawn.”
Cassian nodded. “I like that idea.”
“How many of those girls would have a heart attack?” Emeri asked. “They need a warning. Otherwise, they won’t know what’s happening.”
“It’ll show us if they’re strong,” Brooks said.
“Sounds like someone’s worried Daphne will reject him.” I raised a brow. “Tell her, or we’ll start a new rule where we share that news in the Devil’s Lair during birthday parties.”
Brooks flipped me off. “Give me a week.”
I smirked, loving when a good plan came together, and headed to the bar for beers.
When I returned, I tossed one to each of them and lifted mine while keeping my voice low. “To Brooks telling Daphne she’ll be his Fawn in a week.” I raised it higher. “And to Nico terrorizing the world for another year.”
The others kept their voices low as they repeated my words, and everyone toasted except Brooks, who only chugged his beer.
If he didn’t tell Daphne, I’d do it myself.
I wanted this newer version of the Sons to be calmer. Smarter.
“This motherfucker is going to make us all choose Fawns because he fell in love with his,” Cassian said in frustration. “Some of us need to take our sweet time.”
