I feel frustrated and raise my voice when he attempts to be ignorant.
“Reign, speak to me!”
“Yes, she fucking told me!”
My body goes slack, and I slump back in my seat, my head resting back.
“What the fuck did she say?”
“Fucking everything.”
“So, what happened last night?”
“It had to be that cunt, didn't it? Who else would wear a mask, fucking stab her in her birthmark and call her Swan?”
My eyes close briefly and when they reopen, I gaze out of the window beside me before I respond.
“This is only a fucking spec of what he will do to her.”
“Don't you think I know that, Chaos?”
I take another long drag of my joint before glancing his way.
“So, what are we gonna say to our fathers?”
He shakes his head once before his eyes meet mine.
“Not you. Me. You keep your mouth shut and let me fucking deal with it.”
I suppose he is right, considering Reign’s age, although he is only two years older than me, they have perception on his maturity that comes with it. They seem to respect or fear him more than they do to me. I have never been the natural Mafia leader type, and they definitely see Reign in that light, but regardless, they'll still chew him up and spit him the fuck back out if they don't like what he has to say. This is not going to be a pleasant or an easy talk, and we both know it.
We park behind the meeting building where our dads usually work as soon as we are in the heart of New York City, and I disconnect my seatbelt before looking over at Reign.
“Let's fucking do this.”
He nods in return before we both open our doors and get out of the car.
When we enter the building, we thread our way through a sea of black-suited men and women to the top floor. As soon as we get there, we proceed to the double doors at the far end of the long corridor, and I feel a pang of anxiety in my stomach, which I downplay. We exchange glances as soon as we come to a halt at the door before Reign lifts his hand and knocks his knuckles against the solid wood.
“What?”
We both look at each other as soon as we hear Arlo Hayes' stern voice.
“Was that?”
Reign shrugs his shoulders in response before pressing his hand against the door handle and entering the room ahead of me.
As I close the door behind me, I peer at the end of the huge room to see Arlo Hayes at the head of the long table, with our fathers on either side of him.Fuck's sake.Arlo gives us both a look before settling back in his seat and smoothing his tattooed hand over the front of his tie.
The dude gives me the fucking chills; he's a crazy motherfuck, and I would not want to be on his hit list. Since Arlo’s father, Charles is now gone, both our fathers have worked closely withhim because he now runs all the Elite criminal organizations here in New York.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Reign's father, Anton, speaks, drawing both of our attention to him, and Reign speaks blankly, as if he does not give a fuck.
“We need to fucking talk.”
My father now decides to chirp in as he reclines in his chair, his ankle crossed at his knee.
