Page 13 of House of Wolves
He shrugs. “I guess. I’m just glad school starts in a month, and I’m free of his reign. He’s a hard ass.”
I laugh, squinting as I try to picture Grimm ordering people around. Sure, he’s a great leader and a commanding man, but I’ve never actually seen him tell anyone to do something. Maybe it’s different with family. I know it sure is for me. Speaking of family, we near a corner, and Grimm’s office comes into view. Cameron and Kilo are seated on the opposite side of Grimm’s desk.
I sigh. “Well, good luck, kid, and wish me luck.” He nods, his fingers around the doorframe before turning and sauntering down the hallway.
“Wait, Jeremy, before you go!” Grimm calls from his desk. Grimm doesn’t see it, but upon hearing his voice, Jeremy sprints down the stone walkway, away from the office.
“Ah, you missed him,” I say, entering and suppressing my giggle.
Grimm runs his large hands through his thick salt and pepper hair—heavy on the salt, low on the pepper. He grumbles. “My sister spoiled that kid. He doesn’t want to show an ounce of hard work, and I’m doing his mom a favor by occupying him this summer so he doesn’t get in trouble.”
I pull out the wooden seat between Cameron and Kilo, sitting and pushing myself closer to the desk. “Summer’s almost over, then he’ll be out of your hair,” I offer, thankful for the opportunity not to have to focus on my epic fail from the night before for a few moments.
He huffs. “Yeah, but then I’ll actually need to find a secretary. Let me know if you think of anyone.”
“Will do,” I reply, staring straight ahead. I don’t want to catch whatever smug expression my brother has on his face or get confused in Kilo’s eyes.
Someone’s a little impatient, though. “So, what happened?” Cameron asks, leaning forward and stealing my attention.
“Kilo didn’t tell you?” I shoot the blonde a look.
“It’s not my story to tell,” he replies with a humble shrug.
“Wait. You were there?” Cameron slides up in his chair, glaring at Kilo from my other side.
“I wasn’t there for all of it.”
Cameron gives him a scrunched-face look. “You could have told us. Weird to just not say anything when we were making our predictions of what happened.”
Cameron’s being a dick. It’s odd since he seemed so chummy with Kilo on the council meeting day, but it’s probably just the effect of Red being so close to her due date.
I rest my hand on Kilo’s thigh. “Well, I, for one, appreciate the discretion. Thank you, Kilo.” I smile at him, and his cheeks blush. I pull my hand away, remembering my lips on his just hours before.
“Okay? So what fucking happened then?” Cameron barks.
I sigh. Where do I start? I’m thankful Kilo didn’t reveal things without me present, but now I have to relive the events and admit to everyone here how much of a failure I am. Of course, I want to shout to the rooftops that Wood is a rapist and should be put behind bars, or six feet under the ground, but I can save that for another article. Right now, we need to find those girls before it’s too late and stop more girls from going missing.
“I’ll skip the minor details. Basically, I don’t think Wood knows anything.”
Cameron parts his lips, an angry syllable about to escape, but I stop him, already knowing what he’s going to say. “No, I’m not sure, but I am sure about something.”
“What?” He sighs, clearly impatient with my already very spark-notes story.
I shoot him a glare. “Chill, daddy grouchy pants.” Sick burn, I know.
He laughs at that, and my spirits rise the tiniest bit that I can still make my deranged brother smile. “I saw Brick talking to Richard Wilson.”
Cameron and Grimm both sit forward in their seats. “Where did you see them? Did they see you?” Grimm asks.
“I saw them while I was walking down Main Street. It was dark and pretty busy, but they were on the other side of the road, and they didn’t see me.”
“Are you sure?” Cameron asks before I can stop him this time.
I grit my teeth. “No, but he didn’t stop talking to him or make it look like an altercation instead, so I'm willing to bet on it.”
“Fuck!” Cameron falls back into his seat. “He’s two-timing us, and he knows all the identities of our pack.”
Grimm sighs. “We knew this was possible, but I think this just confirms it.”
