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The thrumof bass and loud conversation filtered through the heavy black steel door leading to the underbelly of Sanctum. Corvus thudded his closed fist on the door twice before Pinkie opened it for us, stepping aside to allow us through.
“Good luck tonight, Rook,” he said as we entered.
“As if he’ll need it,” I replied sweetly, throwing Rook a wink behind me.
I already figured as much, but it seemed the rules about being armed in Sanctum did not apply to Saints. We went down to the private fight club without so much as a second glance, never mind a pat down the likes of which I had endured last time.
Though if you had half a brain cell, you could see that we were all armed to the teeth. Tonight was the night. In a precious few hours, the deadline Diesel gave the Aces would be up, and as far as we were aware, there had been no word from them. The guys had contacts on Ace turf, though, and word was the streets of Edgewood were getting hella tense these past few days.
Arms passing hands.
Meetings held in private locations not usually used by the gang.
Security around Lenny Ace’s place tripled in the last forty-eight hours.
They weren’t running. They were getting ready to weather the storm.
Unless a miracle happened and they realized how very outmatched they were, there would be blood before the end of the night was through.
“Hey,” Corvus said, his fingers touching my wrist to prod me to stop once we reached the bottom of the stairs. He jerked his head for the others to go ahead, holding only me back with him in the shadows.
“What’s up?” I asked, trying not to let the tension I was feeling creep into my voice.
I was worried about him. About what happened on Monday. I could only imagine how it went with Diesel. He’d been ignoring all of Maxine’s attempts to get ahold of him. Refusing to so much as look at any of the online commentary. He wouldn’t talk to any of us about it. Or anyone else, either.
If anyone so much as looked at him funny at Briar Hall, he would growl in their direction like a poked bear, and they’d scatter. It didn’t stop the fangirls from attaching notes to the windshield of the Rover or in his desk at homeroom.
Most were smart enough not to include their names. The ones who weren’t… well two had already completely unenrolled from Briar Hall after barely five words from my mouth.
“Corv?” I hedged when he didn’t continue straight away. I knew he was worried about me, too, but for an entirely different reason.
His jaw flexed. “Look, I know you think it was the Kings who took out your dad—”
“I won’t kill anyone,” I said before he could finish. “Not tonight, anyway.”
“Sparrow…” he warned.
“You can’t ask me not to nail the motherfucker to the wall and rip out his intestines if I find him. Tell me you wouldn’t do the same if it had been Dies who was taken out?”
It was still a sore spot, I could tell. But regardless of what happened between them, I could tell that Corvus would still raise the entire city of Edgewood to ash if an Ace took Diesel down.
He made a low sound of agreement in his throat, and I nodded. “Look, I know Diesel needs this alliance right now, but there will come a time when he no longer does. And when that time comes, I want to have a name. I want to be ready.”
He nodded quietly to himself.
“I’ll help you,” he said, surprising me. “When the time comes. But we keep this between us. I’m sure Grey and Rook know exactly what you’re doing too, but the others don’t need to know.”
“What? You think I don’t know how to not draw attention?”
That brought a small smirk to his mouth. “You? Draw attention? Never.”
I punched his arm. “Jackass.”
“Wait, Sparrow. One more thing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Corv, I want to get a look at the other fighter.”
He held my gaze for a few seconds before asking me for the one thing I couldn’t give him. “I don’t want you talking to Diesel.”
