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I needed to defuse the situation before it got out of hand. “Guys, why do-”
“I mean, Falcon’s not wrong. It was a reckless and a stupid move to kill the mayor's son, especially when he has money to burn on a smear campaign of the Syndicate.” Lex's face darkened at Avery's smug tone, his eyes narrowing on Avery's throat.
This needed to stop before his anger boiled over. “Avery," my voice was coarse and low, putting it into boss mode, "that was uncalled for. Plus, it's not like I care that he’s dead." I winked at Lex. I had to admit, I had a soft spot for my little psycho stalker.
"Be that as it may, if he showed himself a little sooner, then the whole thing could've been prevented." Ax grumbled, still sore at Lex for his part in Vincent's plan to take over the Syndicate and kill our dads.
I was moments away from telling them all to quit it when a pair of swirling violet eyes caught mine, and Cosmo interrupted. “What's done is done. There's no reason to persecute for the past. What we need to do is figure out what we’re going to do with the mayor now."
The whole room fell silent, most of us lost in thought when Lex blurted out, "I'm just going to be the one who says it. Why can’t we just kill him?"
All four of my other mates turned to look at me, eyes narrowed and accusing, like they were blaming me for his question. I couldn't help when my lips twitched as I tried to keep them in a straight line. Lex saw my struggle, leaned against the table with a jackal of a smile.
"What?" I exclaimed to the rest of their frowning faces. I shifted to my elbows as I mumbled to myself. "I don’t hate the idea," but to be fair, I was more of the stab first kind of girl as a default.
Falcon shook his head as he looked down at his tablet, clicking away. "While it is not impossible to orchestrate a political assassination, there is no way we won't get blowback." He turned his tablet, showing us an article with the headlines, 'Grieving Human Mayor Tries to Blame Largest Paranormal Group for Son's Suicide.’
“It’s easier to spin that he’s just a grieving human looking for someone to blame than having him drop dead, making us look like the suspect.” It was hard to explain away that kind of logic. Everyone nodded in agreement but Lex, who rolled his eyes and slumped onto the table to pout.
I was about to ask what Falcon's plan was, knowing he already thought of a few, when he glared at Lex, and in a frosty voice, asked, “What is your problem now?”
Lex sat up, giving his false smile while his eyes hardened. “Look, we’re a criminal organization. Hiring some PR company or whatever you’re thinking seems like the bitch way out. Just saying.”
Growing up in a criminal family as the only girl, I was used to the fighting, the showboating, the annoying little cuts and digs that men made to each other. They liked to boast that it builds character or a rapport with others, but I found it agitating.
Before I could tell them all to play nice, again, Falcon’s whole body grew ridged as he said, “Well, that's understandable for you. You don't have the background for this kind of problem. Some of us have been trained to be the heads of our organizations and to think of its well-being first over our pride.”
My mouth dropped open. Not once had any of them gone that far with each other. Not once had they blatantly disrespected one another.
Lex kicked out his chair, swirling smoke all around him as the shadows in the room bent toward him. Falcon glared at Lex, not getting out of his seat, but looks could be deceiving. I saw his fingers twitch as air flowed between his fingers. He may not look it, but he was ready for a fight.
“That's it!” I yelled, slamming my hands so hard on the table that my cocoa jumped, landed on its side, and spilled all over the table. “Fucking shit!” I threw my hands up, glowering at both Lex and Falcon, who’s eyes were now on me.
“No.” I pointed to Lex. “No.” I pointed to Falcon. “No!” I wagged my finger at the rest of them. “I have had enough of your fighting, the little cutting remarks, backhanded comments, and the blatant disrespect for anequal partnerin this organization.” I scowled at Falcon at that last part, who at least had the decency to take a breath and lower his gaze to the table.
“I don’t have the time or the want to constantly remind you all that we are a unit. We are fuckingfamilynow. Now and forever. It’s us against the world!” I growled as I bent over and snatched my mug off the floor, grabbed at my papers, and flew to thedoor. “When you all remember that shit, come find me.” Then I yanked the door open and slammed it shut.
I ran to our room at lightning speed, paced in front of my bed, trying to think of a solution. Something quick and lasting. Then an idea came to me. A way to bring them all together as the unit I needed them to be. It was weird and crazy, unorthodox, but it might just work. I yanked my phone out of my pocket and dialed Rick.
“Rayla Desmond's answering and man servant service.”
I smirked at his condescending tone. “Well, as long as you know it.” I heard him gasp though the phone, and it made me giggle.
“Look. Before you get into a whole thing, I need your help with something, and you can't tell the guys about it. Got it?”
His voice went up in excitement. “Oh, my god! A secret Ray and Rick mission. I'm ready, boss. This is the shit I live for.”
“Remember you said that after shit hits the fan.” I smirked as I started to whisper my idea.
Chapter 3
A cramp like painpinched at my back, waking me up in the worst way possible. “Oh, fuck. We are getting new fucking couches,” mumbling to myself as I rubbed my back.
Last night, Rayla said that she was going to work late and to not wait up for her. After how pissed she was after the meeting, and how closed off the bond was, I knew she was a little pissed about the whole war room thing. So, I tried to wait up for her but fell asleep waiting.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one.
Loud snoring sounds came from across the coffee table. I looked over to see Ax splayed along the other couch, half naked face up.That fucker could sleep anywhere, but I was surprised when I saw Falcon, eyes closed, in the sofa chair next to him. Usually, he was coming back from or already left for the lab by now, but here he was, arms crossed, head tilted with a line of drool along his face.
