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Chapter Eight
Rémy
Over the past several days, I’ve spent a lot of my time with Cora. The two of us hit it off, and I look forward to being with her. I don’t think there’s ever been a woman I’ve wanted to spend more than a night with.
Cora is different. She’s special in so many ways—I can’t even count them on my fingers or toes. Yeah, it’s corny, but whatever. The feelings I have for her have been a bit mind-boggling. I never understood how Félix could fall for Madelaine as quickly as he did. Now I get it.
It’s been a blissful few days without drama from Brittney. I know she’s not gone. I’ve asked Malcolm to get a man on her. I want to know her every move. I need leverage to get her out of my life for good. Brittney thought she could con her way into staying in my bed, but I’m not about to let that happen.
Standing in my kitchen, I take a sip of my coffee while watching the news. My house has an open floor plan. I can be cooking at the stove and still see my TV on the wall in the living room. This works for me when the Saints are playing. When I bought this place, I wanted it for this very reason. Bonus? Four bedrooms, three baths.
The second-best feature of this place is my bedroom. I had my little sister, Désirée, decorate the entire house. Thankfully, she didn’t make it girly. The woman’s got a talent for matching a home to a person. My room is decked out in charcoal-gray, tan, and white colors. The king-size bed is situated in the middle of the room, facing the French doors leading out to the balcony.
Something on the news draws my attention, and I frown, reading the headline:
“New Orleans kids going missing.”
What the hell?
Pulling out my phone, I dial Félix’s number.
He answers on the second ring. “You seeing this?” Of course, my brother would ask this question. He and I are the same. We can easily predict what the other is doingwhenwe’re doing it. Probably because we used to live together and have such a strong bond.
“Yeah, what the hell is going on?” I grunt, not getting a good feeling about this. Kids are going missing in our town. None of us will stand for this shit. We have no choice but to get to the bottom of this and find out why.
“I don’t know, but I’m calling Nicholas and Tristan. We need to sit down and discuss the situation. I won’t tolerate this. This isourtown, and whoever this person is, needs to learn a lesson—wefucking run New Orleans,” he snarls.
I can see it in my mind: my brother’s face furious, his eyes hardening in anger, his jaw set as he clenches his teeth.
“Nicholas is in LA right now,” I remind Félix.
“Fuck. I’ll give him a call and tell him he’s needed back here. When he gets in, we’ll talk about it,” he grinds out. “Until then, I’ll have someone look into it. See if we can’t find a pattern or some shit.”
“Maybe Chains knows something about it,” I suggest.
“Call him.”
“Right,” I say, hanging up with Félix. I scroll through my contacts, finding Chains’ number and pressing the call button.
Before Félix killed our father and called a truce with the Inferno’s Clutch MC, we were enemies who hated each other. One of the main reasons was because of Deanna DeLancy, my stepmother. The wicked woman didn’t just torture my sister, Olivia. She made Chains’ life a living hell too. When his wife killed Deanna, I knew Félix would set our plan in motion.
“What do you want?” Chains’ voice pulls me from my thoughts when he answers.
“You know anything about kids being kidnapped in New Orleans?” I ask, getting straight to the point.
“We’re already on it. Tell Félix the situation is being handled, and if he sees any of my men in the city, to leave them be. This is a club problem.” What the hell does he mean, “it’s a club problem”?
“You know he’s going to want an explanation,” I inform him.
“He may want an explanation, but the issue’s being handled. Ryder’s ol’ lady’s bitch of a mother is the reason, and we’ve got it under control. Those kids will be found.” With that, Chains hangs up on me.
Pulling the phone from my ear, I shake my head and call Félix back.
“Did you talk to Chains?” he answers with a growl.
“Yeah,” I confirm and tell him what’s going on. “Félix, you know who Ryder’s ol’ lady is, don’t you?” Brielle, she’s a survivor of a sex trafficking ring that was running through Louisiana for a time.
Not too long ago, Chains came to us with some riveting information that shouldn’t have shocked us in the slightest bit. My siblings and I knew about our father’s history with Chains’ mother. What we didn’t know was he got her pregnant at such a young age. She gave the child up for adoption. Learning this changed quite a few things for all of us.
