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My darkness is my new best friend.
“Of course not, Sir. I was just curious if they had been taken care of.” My fingers tremble behind my back as he thinks over my words and scoffs.
“It's not your job to care or be curious,” he snarks through gritted teeth. “You're to move on, which is exactly what you're going to do.”
“Of course,” I breathe.
Fuck. Now, I'm going to have to find out where Jenni and Elias are. If they're alive. But I keep that to myself and my face devoid of any emotion, even when my brain screams that Jenni was a true friend—a good person, and she didn’t deserve to meet her end. All I can hope for is that Elias got her out before it was too late.
“Moving on. Your next task is sitting under your nose. I want you to watch my son and his friends, Sheppard Mondelli and Arrow Amour, too. They are your new jobs. I want details and conversations. Pictures, videos, and anything in between. You're behind enemy lines now, Little Snake. And I want all the details on everything.” His grin has my heart dropping into my ass. “You were so good before. Be a good snake for me again.”
He wants me to spy on the men holding me hostage? His own flesh and blood? Why? Are they not trustworthy enough for him?
“Yes, Sir. Is there anything I should be looking for specifically?” I ask, stiffening when he narrows his eyes at me.
“Do as you're told!” he shouts, filling the space with his sudden rage, brought on so quickly I swear I have whiplash. “No questions asked.” He heaves a breath, waving his arms all around, taking up more space than necessary. “You do a good job at this, and whatever else I might have for you later, then I might just forget about your little arrest and car stunt.”
It takes everything in me not to shrink away when he's in my face, spewing his hateful words. Shit. There it is. He knows everything that happens with me. Including my arrest and the men who saved me from prison. But I've trained myself over the years to remain indifferent. Even when he's on the edge of stabbing me.
“Of course,” I say evenly. “I'll watch them.” Not like I have a damn choice in the matter. They'll track me down and drag me back, kicking and screaming. Besides, where else could I go? My bed is gone. My money is missing.
My whole life rests in their hands. And now, I have to play double agent.
“Good, Little Snake. We'll convene again in one week. You’ll know when you see me.” His fingers adjust his blackened tie, losing interest in our conversation when he takes a step back.
“They've taken my phone. Um, how should I get in touch?” The last thing I need is for my monster to think I’ve ghosted him. He'll take it out on Sunny and probably have her killed if I just disappear.
“No need to check in. I have my ways. Enjoy your time spent there,” he says with that manic grin again.
“And Sunny?” I blurt. “Is she doing okay?”
I know the moment he spots my desperation when victory flashes in his eyes. She's my weak spot. The one person I'd lay down my life for time and time again. He knows it. I know it. Fuck, the whole world knows it.
A small smirk lies on his lips when he plucks his phone from his pocket and dials a number. Lifting it to his ear, he stares directly into my eyes as he speaks.
“Put Sunshine back on the transplant list. As high as she can go,” he says with confidence and hangs up the phone.
I don't dare speak as his words hang heavily in the air. She's back on the list, the highest she can go. If she's next in line, then she'll get a heart sooner than later, bringing her back to me.
"Thank you," I dare to say when he turns on his heel, heading toward my bedroom door.
"Thank me later when you've done your damn job, Little Snake. Don't mistake that tiny slip of kindness toward your sister for anything but motivation. Get me everything you can on those boys. Leave nothing out," he says as he opens my bedroom door and steps out into the hall. "Now, I must go. I have a meeting to attend to. I'd suggest getting back to your prison." He raises a bushy brow when I nod, taking in the room again.
"Of course, Sir," I say, watching every step he takes, slipping into the darkness of the trailer until the front door opens and bangs shut.
I blow out a breath, clutching my chest when I sink to the floor. I'm giving myself five seconds to get my shit together so I can continue my night of mayhem. I’ll take Jericho’s fancy car for another long joyride, and then, I’ll head back to the mansion to find my things.
No one takes my stuff without consequence.
My jaw clenches tight when footsteps approach from behind us. A pulsating ache reverberates through my knees, and my stiff muscles scream for release. How long we’ve been down here waiting on our knees for these bastards to show up, I haven’t a clue. Arrow, Shepp, and I don’t flinch or dare to say hello to the hooded men climbing the small platform before us, keeping my expression neutral when five men stand tall, staring us down. The only thing visible from beneath their masks is their beady eyes, giving way to their identities.
My father, Gabriel, stands in front of the four bosses who serve under him with his hands folded in front of him, taking us in. Slightly behind him is Kent Thomas, his second-in-command. And Jenni’s father. Hmm. I wonder if that’s where my Little Chaos ventured off to tonight? To see her best friend and gossip about her kidnapping. I want to snort at the idea, but my fist curls. She took my car worth over two hundred grand on a little joy ride. She could be anywhere by now and as far away from us as possible. But if Arrow is correct and the enemy is blackmailing her, then she couldn’t possibly leave. Fuck. There’s another thing I’m going to have to text my cousin about. Hopefully, she will have something that only Veritas could provide for me soon.
“Good to see you boys know how to follow directions so well,” he says in a low, domineering voice, echoing through the room. “But you’ve always been good leaders and followers, haven’t you? Never too proud to take direction as you studied under us. Never too proud to take down an entire building of traitors and guns attempting to infiltrate our city. Your loyalty to this family has been tested over and over. But you’ve always prevailed.” His eyes cut to the three of us again, taking us in on our knees.
Every single one of the masked faces looks to Gabriel Viotto, the boss, waiting for his instruction when he steps out of the lineup and off the platform. Just like the three of us.
He is the king of everyone in this room.
