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When it’s done, she sags in exhaustion.
The door creaks as it opens. One of my tentacles draws my gun and puts it in my hand before the door opens more than a crack. But I don’t fire. It’s Caron Zedona at the door, Mia’s father.
I quickly use my tentacles to cover as much of her as I can.
But there’s no hiding the semen dripping all over the floor in puddles.
"If you're about done with my daughter," Zedona says, with a grim smile. "We've got places to be."
His eyes dart away quickly, but I know the image has to be burned into his mind. When I get dressed and back out in the hall, the man looks haunted for sure.
Not that I blame him. Seeing your daughter in that position must be tough to get out of your head.
Not that I care. I'm sure she's caught him a time or two. Zedona doesn't strike me as a guy who’d go without just because his wife died. I should know, my father didn't either.
He rutted like a pig with anyone he could, whether my mother was alive or not. His behavior really soured me on the world of dating. I never went for the women who wanted me that way. I always went after the women who needed to be chased, or seduced.
Never the ones who went afterme.
Maybe that's what bothers me about the morning sex with Mia. She came afterme. It was like a trap she set that I walked right into. I'm not used to women who take the driver's seat. I'm usually the one calling the shots.
And something about it didn’t seem right. It didn’t seem likeher.Scissors…It’s like there’s something there if I just think about it a little harder.
Zedona loads up in the passenger seat -- I told my men to give him the most respected position. He's not a member of our crime family, but he was kind enough to offer to go with us. As a sign of solidarity between the families.
His blood and my blood and all that.
As long as he watches his own ass. I'm not getting killed to save the guy, father-in-law or not.
The place the Sluaghs set to meet was Bachelor's Cemetery, off Washington Blvd. A run down old cemetery that's half caved in. The whole east side is down a sinkhole. On a clear day, you can see the trains running through the tunnel down there, exposed from the cave-in.
The city just reinforced around it with some spellwork and went on with their lives. It's weird, like a disaster frozen in time. Not surprising the walking corpses want to meet there. Zedona purses his lips as we pull up. I know he doesn't like it.
"These Sluaghs, you call them?" he asks. "They live down there in the dark, right? How do you know a hundred of them won't come up and wipe us all out. Don't you people ever meet at a bar or something?"
"Nah," Kyran tells him from the back seat. "We told them it was fine to meet here, as long as it was daylight. Sluagh are most powerful at night, and most of them don't like the sun. See that second SUV? Those are the rear guard. They'll watch over us with high powered rifles from different angles.
"If the Sluagh try anything, they're getting headshot for sure."
"All right," I tell them all. "Let's get this done."
Me, Zedona and Kyran make our way to the meeting. It's under a banner of truce, so theoretically, they shouldn't try anything. But they also tried to rob me during our last gun deal, so... Let's just say I've got my best gun and I'm ready to fight if I need to.
Zedona has quite a reputation in Chicago. Despite being from Brooklyn, he buys plenty of guns, and most of them are run up to New York from Chicago. It really hasn't changed in two hundred years, since the wild west, except the guns flow the other direction now.
The meeting spot is in a nice clearing in the middle of four huge mausoleums.
Three Sluagh already await us.
"The fuck took you so long?" the leader asks.
“Watch your mouth,” I tell him. "I'm Fabian. This is Kyran and you know Mr. Zedona."
The Sluagh leader narrows his gaze at me. One of the others speaks up first.
"Cheveau," he says to the leader. "Come on, this isn't doing any good."
The leader turns his glare on the other man.
