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“We weren’t even told why we were sent here,” I add.
Viper stares at us as if each of us has grown three heads, before his teeth start grinding and anger takes over.
I look over to Midas and instantly see the cogs in his head turning. He is trying to figure out why our fathers would send us here and tell the Hell’s Reapers that we want to join.
The only thing that makes sense to me about that is that they want us gone. Killing us would cause too much of a commotion, so sending us to a different state would be a better option. They could tell everyone that we left on our own accord, and they get to look like the winners in it all.
The only question is why. Why do they want us gone after spending a lifetime training us to become them? My father made it his life mission to turn me into a mini him. Training me the best ways to maim, torture, and kill someone was his favourite lesson. So why all of a sudden do they want us out of the picture?
Serena.
A little voice in my head practically yells. As much as I want to deny that, it’s the only logical thing I can come up with. We already suspect they are the ones who are stalking her. They have shown their weird fascination with her since she moved to town. Hell, every time I speak to my father, he finds a way to bring her up.
We also know they are working with Dimitri. The information that Zeus brought back to us from his anonymous source told us everything we needed to know. That man is bad news, and the club is now wrapped up in it.
Guns, drugs, and sex aren’t the things I am worried about. The thing that curdles my stomach is the skin trade. Selling women and children like they are livestock to the highest bidder. Not knowing what horrors will await those people when they are shipped off to whoever.
Sure, the easy option to get away from all that shit would be to take the offer and join Viper’s crew, but I know in my heart that it is the wrong choice. At some point, we need to take back the Kings and restore it to what it should be. To what Pops would have wanted it to be.
“I have a proposition for you,” Midas says.
Zeus and I look over to him, curious as to what he is thinking about. Wheel motions for us to sit on the small couch he has in the office. We all take a seat and listen intently to what Midas has cooked up.
The more he speaks, the happier I get. This is a good plan and one that will get us what we want. Wheels listens to every word Midas is saying, his eyes never leaving his. I can see his intrigue in the offer, but there are a lot of things that could go wrong.
The negotiations start, and a plan is hatched. One that I am totally on board with. From the look on Zeus’s face, he agrees with it too.
After a few hours, Midas and Viper shake hands. The deal is done.
Soon will be the end of our fathers.
Dante
Merry Fucking Christmas.
Ho Ho Ho, and all that shit or whatever.
Christmas alone sucks. Just like it has every other year, I have spent it alone.
The only thing different about this year is Serena and my dumbass is pushing her away. I fully realize that it is the worst thing I could do, but I am a creature of habit. And the last so many years, my habit for Christmas is to ignore the world and drink until I can’t feel my face.
So far, so good. I am just past an enjoyable buzz and fully on my way to drunk. Sitting alone in a winged-back leather chair in front of a roaring fire is something new for me. Usually, I just drink in bed, so if I pass out, I’m already there. But this year, I can’t. Being in that bed only reminds me of Serena, and that makes me want to call her.
I refuse to let my depressed mood ruin her holidays too. She told me that her grandparents flew in to spend the holidays with her, which she was very excited about.
I get up to grab another bottle. My feet stumble underneath me as I walk the five feet to the bar cart. Ok, I guess I skipped tipsy and went straight into drunk.
I grab the first bottle I can, not caring what it is, and tip it straight into my mouth. After a hefty gulp and my throat starting to burn from the alcohol, I pull it away and wipe my mouth with my sleeve.
“Sir.” I turn to see Michael standing by the door.
I look him over, noticing the unusual garb he is wearing. A ridiculously ugly Christmas sweater and jeans. I can’t ever remember a time when I saw him in anything but a tailored suit.
“Shouldn’t you be at home with your family?” I mumble as I walk back to my chair.
“I should… but I made a promise to your father a long time ago and it’s time I keep it.”
I can hear his footsteps approaching me, but I don’t bother looking. I wish he weren’t here. He knows I prefer to be alone today. The first Christmas without my parents, he tried to stay. I threw a priceless antique vase that belonged to my mother at him. Thankfully, he moved out of the way before it hit him. Instead, it hit the wall and smashed into hundreds of pieces.
