However, I put my phone on my desk instead of calling Ash. I place it face up and turn on the ringer so I won’t miss anything regarding Leeva—either her sending me a dirty video, or anything from Hugo or Dom regarding their surveillance outside her house.
Then I lose myself in catching up on work. When there’s a knock on my door, I realize two hours have already passed.
“Come in,” I call out.
The door opens, and Pix waltzes in. Her blonde hair hangs loose, and her pretty face is clean of makeup. She’s dressed as she always is—boots, jeans, a dark shirt, and her cut. She rarely takes her cut off ever since Zeus gave it to her; she might even sleep in it.
Her loyalty to the Havoc Guardians runs deep and is unshakeable. Zeus saved her, and once she trusted that he, or any of us, would never hurt her, her loyalty became rabid.
I lean back in my chair as she shuts my office door. She doesn’t say anything, and since she never comes to Vixen’s, her presence alone is telling. I wait her out; this is either a recon mission or an intervention.
She goes to the corner and drags the chair from there to the front of my desk. Once she’s sitting, she crosses her arms, and her watchful eyes are serious.
“You doing okay?” I finally break the silence.
Her eyebrows lift. “That’s my line.”
“You don’t need to deflect.” Guilt settles in me that I’ve been so absent lately and haven’t checked in with her more to make sure she’s doing okay since all the shit went down with saving Slade.
“You’re one to talk,” she grunts. “Cut the shit.”
“I will if you do.”
Her jaw shifts back and forth as she stares at me. “I’m fine; I’m not traumatized after what happened. I’m glad I played a part in Slade getting her pound of flesh and taking those sick, rich fuckers down. So can you all stop fussing over me like a bunch of clucking hens?”
“We love you, Pix. That’s what family does.”
She looks away, and I lean forward, resting my elbows on my desk.
“You’re our sister—”
Her head snaps back to me. “Yeah? Tell that to Digits.”
Ah, yes. The delicate balance has been disrupted with Digits letting it slip that he thinks of Pix as more than a sister.
“Have you talked to him?” I ask, instead of outright asking whether she loves Digits as anything other than a brother.
“I didn’t come here to talk about his weird behavior.” Her scowl creases her forehead, and she looks at me with concern. “I came here about you. Talk to me.”
Well, here goes. I need to tell Ash today, but I’ll start with Pix. She and I are close, likely bonded over trauma we’ve both endured, and I know she’ll listen. She might be our psycho little pixie enforcer, but she’s one of the most level-headed people I know.
“I know where Leeva is.”
“You’ve been watching her?” she guesses.
“In a way…” Then I bite the bullet and confess everything, including Leeva being at Hedon.
Pix calmly listens without judgment. When I’m done, she drums her fingers on the arm of the chair. “Razor is going to be a problem.”
“Our club law clearly states: tattoo, old lady,” I argue, even though I know Razor and possibly Thunder will be trouble. “There’snothingleft of Guerilla’s mark on Leeva. It’s like his claim on her never existed.”
“It’s a loophole. And even the slightest blemish would be enough for others to side with Guerilla—especially if he returns, and especially if Razor tries to stir up shit against you.”
“There’snothingleft of the tattoo, Pix. No blemish, no feeling of scarring.”
“We need to find Guerilla and kill him,” she says matter-of-factly.
As much as I dreamed of doing just that, I want him alive to witness that Leeva is no longer his. That she’s mine and always has been.
