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“I guess I can,” I reply with an uneasy shrug. “I mean…Laura is my only family, so it’s only natural that I worry about her. We didn’t have a dramatic history like Pocus and Evanesce. We were just a normal family, I think. I don’t remember much about my childhood or our parents. I just know that I’ve always had a sick sister.”
Seer turns to me, his eyes filled with genuine compassion. “I’m sorry about that. It must be tough.”
I manage to pull my lips up in a lackluster smile. “Most times,” I reply with a shrug.
It’s tough every fucking time.But Seer doesn’t need to know that.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Pocus
“That motherfucking piece of shit,” Knix mutters with seething rage. “How dare he covet my woman?” He slams his fist against the wall and runs his hand through his hair in exasperation. “She’s fucking mine!”
“Calm the fuck down,” I say quietly. “I didn’t call you into my room to reminisce. You’ve got a fucking job to do.”
Knix sighs heavily. He clenches and unclenches his hands by his side as if unsure what to do with them. He must be pretty distressed after hearing about Anderson’s latest demand.
“I just…I just can’t believe that fucker dared to come down here and give orders,” Knix scoffs loudly. “Who the fuck does he think he is?”
I scoff loudly. “It’s funny you’re this upset. What the fuck were you thinking, letting Nesce agree to that kind of deal? She said you were in on it.”
Knix’s expression falls, and his shoulders seem to slump a little with the weight of his guilt. “It seemed to be the only way to help the club at the time. I couldn’t let a bastard claim victory even before we had the chance to fight. Besides you know how strong willed Nesce is.” He raises his head, his eyes filled with determination and an almost imperceptible fear that’s sure to keep him on his toes. “But we’re gonna sort this shit out. Right, Prez?”
“Damn right,” I reassure him. “It’s the reason you’re here.”
“What do I have to do?”
“You need to get me information that’ll bring the asshole down for good,” I reply. “Snake will give you all the necessary details on Anderson Grey. I want you to shadow him. Find out everything you can about his business, his family, relationships, and business associates. I want to establish the relationship between Anderson and Gary Craig.”
Knix’s brows deepen in a slightly baffled frown. “Gary Craig? Are you talking about the Mayor of New Orleans?”
“That one,” I reply with a nod. “Also Hans Butcher, the Director of Code Enforcement, and every other fucking big name he might be tangled up with. I want everything we can use against the bastard as soon as possible.”
“You got it, Prez,” Knix says promptly. “I’m on it.”
I clasp my hand on Knix’s shoulder and squeeze gently – an assurance of my support and gratitude. “Be careful out there, man. Don’t get caught. Anderson Grey is a real bastard.”
Knix’s blue eyes harden with a murderous glint. “Yeah,” he scoffs quietly. “And the bastard just messed with a bigger bastard. I’ll show him what being an asshole really means.” He gestures to the door. “I should go now. I have to meet with Snake before I get started.”
I nod in approval, and Knix turns to leave. I watch him go, contemplating whether or not to address the nagging concern on my mind. I don’t want to appear overbearing and repetitive, yet I can’t let go of the urge to be reassured repeatedly. He is almost at the door when I finally make my decision.
“Knix?”
He stops in his tracks and turns around to face me. “Yes, Prez?”
“You made sure Nesce wouldn’t come down to NOLA, right?”
The slight pull of his lips was both ambiguous and reassuring. “I told Reaper to tie her up if necessary. She won’t set foot in New Orleans until Anderson is out of the way.”
I let out a soft breath of relief and give Knix an appreciative nod. “Thank you, brother.”
* * *
Abby
Ilaugh harder at the look of exaggerated dismay on Hex’s face as he gapes at me. He seems to think I should be terrified by his tales of ghosts and gore, but I’m mostly amused and a little bit fascinated by his storytelling skill. He makes every character sound so alive, and every event sounds so refreshing.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say, winding down my laughter. “I just think it’s funny that Jasmine went through all that trouble only to end up murdering the man she stayed back to protect…and ended it so theatrically. Anyway, she’s lucky to have you by her side. You helped her reveal what an asshole her husband was and find closure.”
