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“Got mine, kid,” Brax, Storm’s sponsor, winks at his apprentice.
“Mine too,” Tac follows him up.
“Club can make more money. You only got one sister,” Thorne speaks next, and I catch a glimpse of hurt in his eyes as he passes the question on to me. I nod my head without hesitation. I’ve felt the anger Storm’s been holding in since the day he came thundering through our doors. It’s a kind of pain I can relate to.
“I’d be a pretty big cunt if I said no, wouldn’t I?” Squealer cocks his head as he looks at the money in front of him, then prompted by a death stare from Prez, he laughs. “Relax, I’m kidding. The money’s yours. What you saying, Grimm?”
“Saves me having to bury any bodies.” Grimm shrugs, passing the question on to Skid.
“It’s all yours, kid. We get her back,” Skid nods across the room to Storm, who’s already looking overwhelmed by what’s happening in front of him.
“Bring her home, Storm.” A sad look passes between Troj and him as he gives his answer. Troj knows better than anyone the risk of association. Hawker and his Albanian buddies took turns on his old lady when we were at war with them, and Storm got a front row seat at the show.
“There’s just one other thing.” Prez scratches at his beard awkwardly. “Our source managed to get us a booth at the sale, but it means we’re taking someone's place. Whoever we send in has to pretend to be the buyer on the guest list.
“And the buyer is?” Troj asks, intrigued.
“Alistair Stewart.” Prez slaps a file on the table.
“Did you get that from…?” Jessie looks at the brown file with narrow eyes. He’s used to being the one bringing the intel from Maddy. But since he’s been staying at the studio with Tac, he’s running clueless.
“You must have missed the private in Private Investigator, VP.” Prez grins.
Brax is first to pick up the file, and I notice the way his eyes flick across the table at me and my brother.
“What?” Squealer asks defensively when he picks up on it too.
“No way,” Brax laughs, showing his brother what's in his hands.
“It’ll work. We’ll have to do something about the ink on the neck, maybe trim the beard off a little.” Nyx sniggers before throwing the file across at us. When it lands on the table in front of me, I see for myself what they find so amusing. Either me or my twin brother could easily pass for the guy I’m looking at in the picture. Squeal snatches it from my hand and checks it out for himself.
“Okay, okay. So you need me to go to the naked lady auction, and I don’t got a problem with that, you know me, anything for the club.” He leans forward and taps the hooded skull engraved on our table. “But you fuckers will have to fight among yourselves over which one of you gets to tell my old lady, because she is gonna be pissed. And right now, a pissed-off Alex is a real dangerous Alex.” Squealer slouches back in his chair, holding up his hands in defeat.
“You're crazy if you think we’d send you, Squeal.” Prez laughs. “Screwy’s going in,” he adds, and just like that, all the blood suddenly rushes to my head.
“Screwy?” My brother half laughs, half chokes. “This has got to be a wind-up.”
“It makes sense,” Jessie agrees with Prez. “He’s strong and got a level head on his shoulders.”
“A level fucking head? Did you see what he did to that guy last month when he trashed Dillons? They don’t call that poor fucker Big Junk Jim anymore for a very good fucking reason, Jessie. In fact, I’m pretty sure Grimm here still has that huge fucking dick stored in some pickle jar down in his emporium of weird shit.” Squeal turns his head and winks at Grimm, “Something to throw to the old lady when she gets mad, huh?”
Grimm refuses to rise to his bullshit.
“You think you can get in and get the job done?” Prez ignores my brother and speaks to me directly. That don’t happen all too often around here. People don’t expect a reaction out of me, so it’s pointless them asking me a question. I look back at Storm, who’s trying not to show his desperation. And it’s not too hard to put myself in his shoes.
I nod my answer to him and watch his chest sag with relief.
“Then it’s settled. I’ll have Maddy deposit this into a fake account using Stewart’s name, and if we all play our cards right, your sister will be home by tonight,” Prez promises Storm.
When the gavel slams into the table, I feel a sudden weight of pressure. Ironically, I’ve been given the task of saving someone’s sister when I couldn’t even save my own. I can almost hear Beth laughing at me for it.
“Come with me, Screw. The girls are gonna need to prep you for later.” Prez keeps me back, and while everyone else filters out of the room, I can’t help but feel that this time, they chose the wrong brother.
The door squeaks open slowly, and I quickly stand and rush to my position. This is the way he likes me to be presented. Standing with my back to the room, forehead touching the wall, feet together, and arms behind my back. I hear his footsteps approach me, then feel his breath land on the back of my neck as he stands behind me.
“Good morning,” he whispers softly. “Today will be our last day together, Muñequita.” He spins me around harshly, forcing my back into the wall behind me. “Will you miss me?” There’s no sarcasm in his tone, and his tongue slowly wets his lips as he looks down at mine.
“Yes.” I give him the answer I assume he wants to hear, and he throws his head back and laughs at me. “In a different world.” His choice of words confuses me, but I don’t ponder on them. I wait for him to unlock the door that opens into the en-suite bathroom.
