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“Yes, passion, that’s the word, right? How did it go last night? Did you two have a lot of passion? Or did you just fuck like dirty animals?” Lucas asks, his eyes boring into mine.
Chanel hits Lucas’ arm for speaking like that, but I simply shrug. Lucas’ words don’t bother me anymore.
“He didn’t even come home, so who knows who he fucked like a dirty animal,” I reply.
Merci coughs and walks away.
I don’t blame her.
TWENTY-ONE
JOEY
“Fuck! You look like absolute shit,” Keir comments, ever so kindly, from the middle of my living room.
“Thanks, thanks a lot,” I mumble. I close my eyes but snap them open when he kicks my foot. He’s standing directly over me now.
“Mother said you two are going on a vacation. That it is needed. And, frankly, I agree with her. Look at the fucking state of you. Since when do you mope around like a fucking bitch? Get the fuck off the couch and be a fucking man.” His words don’t affect me that much because, clearly, he doesn’t understand what it’s like to be married to someone who doesn’t want you. The woman he was engaged to before Sailor wanted him. She almost killed Sailor to be with him. So, when he says shit like that, the only thing I can do is shake my head and hope he goes away soon.
“I am a fucking man. You don’t understand what it’s like to marry a fucking lesbian.”
“How do you know she’s a lesbian?” he asks stupidly, catching my attention long enough to look up at him.
“You were with me that first day we went to see her, correct? When we walked in, and she had another woman’s head between her legs? I mean, I wasn’t seeing things. I wasn’t on a movie set. You did see the same fucking thing as me, unless you are blind.”
“Of course, I saw the same thing, dipshit, but have you stopped to consider that she also likes men?”
“She likes that one woman.” That’s pretty much all I know. Does she like men too? I have no idea as I haven’t cared enough to ask her.
“Get the fuck off this couch and ask. We have a job to do.”
The fun thing about what we do for work is it never stops. We are known to be cold-ass killers. But the truth of the matter is, we don’t simply go around killing people for no reason. Unless you’re Lucas. The way you die by our hands is when you fuck us over.
We don’t have the word forgiveness in our vocabulary. We weren’t raised with it, so we don’t know how to give it. And that’s okay. This world isn’t for everyone, and I completely understand that logic, but that’s a reason the arranged marriages were always so successful. They were settled between two children who grew up in our world, who understood what was asked of them, what was expected of them, and what they will do for the family. They’re not as frequent as they used to be when my parents were married, but they’re still a thing. I’m living proof of that. Contracts have to be fulfilled. Otherwise, what honor do you have? And family is all about honor.
We pull up in front of Lucas’ club to find him standing out front, his foot tapping impatiently as he waits for us. He offers me a sly smile, and I know he’s going to say something to piss me off because that’s who he is. He likes to ruffle feathers because his are hardly ever ruffled.
“Ran into your wife today.” When I don’t say anything, he continues, “Asked her how the fucking was going between you two. She wasn’t forthcoming on the subject, so I’m going to ask you, cousin. How is it fucking someone who prefers to have pussy over cock?”
And that’s all it takes for me to step toward him. I want to strangle him so that relentlessly smug expression vanishes from his face, but I have a feeling even as I’m choking him, he would still be smiling because that’s the type of fucking asshole he is.
“Where my cock goes is none of your fucking concern, Lucas. You should know better.”
Kier shakes his head and walks straight past us. And, of course, we’re going to follow, like we always do.
Lucas waves his hand for me to go in first, and as I do, he whispers, “She’s a little firecracker, that one. I’d watch out that she doesn’t slit your throat when you sleep, just like she did to her father.”
I should look into that. I mean, she told me she killed her father, but what was the reason behind it? Will she even tell me? Does Lucas know? Not sure I want to ask him to find out the truth.
“Joey?” I’m surprised to see an old school friend, Perry, sitting at a table inside. I don’t particularly socialize with anyone other than my family any longer because it’s safer that way. There’s less betrayal, fewer people being killed.
His eyes brighten as he stares at me, hope shining through them. “Joey, it is you. Fuck, help me get out of here.”
Lucas and Keir both turn to me. Lucas starts to laugh, and it’s then that Perry’s face changes, and he realizes I’m not there to save him. It’s like recognition floods his face, and he realizes who he’s speaking to.
“I didn’t think...” Perry shakes his head. “You didn’t want nothing to do with this life in school.” He’s right, of course, but when my brother became boss, that was a different story.
“Things change, Perry. I changed.” I don’t even bother asking why he’s here, tied to a chair in the back room of Lucas’ club because I already know the answer. There are only one or two reasons they would be back here, and it’s usually to do with money. Perry liked flashy things back in the day when we were in school, so I have a feeling that hasn’t changed the older he’s gotten, especially by the looks of his Gucci shirt.
