Page 65 of Nevermore
“Leo’s solo shot fromThe Bones You Break. Markus said the knife was right through her eyes.”
“We have to talk to her about this,” I say, my voice barely hiding the rage I’m feeling. “We can’t pussyfoot around anymore, Luck, not when?—“
“I know.” He shifts those stormy eyes my way and I see exactly what I’m feeling reflected in them. “We have to confront her with all of it, and then we need to move in with her.”
That is a tall fucking order.
I can’t imagine what our girl felt, what kind of shit she went through when she started getting the same kind of things left on her doorstep that she was getting four years ago. Blackroses, voodoo dolls, destroyed photos, and fucked up notes masquerading as love letters.
That shit went on for a full fucking year before the attack, and it should have ended when we killed that fucker.
Should havebeing the operative words.
Confronting Leonor with all of that shit, calling her out on hiding it from us, that’s going to be hard enough. Add in a forced invasion from the rest of us, and it’ll be explosive to say the least.
Leo likes her independence.
To a fault at times.
“Mark and Norm need to be here,” I grunt as I start twisting my dreadlocks into a knot. “We need all hands on deck for this.”
“Not Justine and Pierre.”
I turn to Luck with a frown. “Why not?”
He swallows hard and shakes his head. “They didn’t handle it well when… when they found the bastard’s shrine. Justine wouldn’t… I just think we should talk to Leo first.”
“Ok, baby.” I lean down and kiss him. “If that’s what you think, we’ll start with our girl.”
She is going to be fucking pissed when we do.
17
LEONOR
Ismile as I hear a familiar noise coming down the hall of the third floor. It’s loud, it’s fast, and it’s definitely on a mission.
Normally I’d panic at that, whether I recognize the footsteps or not and considering I blacked out because of something similar last week, I think I’m doing pretty good by just smiling.
Granted, it’s Justine racing toward me ready for the gossip because I’ve been checking in but any real updates she’s gotten have been from one of the boys. I know mymama tigeris going to want the details from me.
“Girl,” Justine whisper-shouts, still at least two feet away from the door of the master bedroom. “I have fifteen minutes before Collinsworth is picking me up for some investor meeting so you better be ready to talk!”
I turn on my stool and grin just as she blows into the room, Justine slamming the door behind her even though I’m using a shit ton of chemicals right now.
“Did you want us to get high while I tell you everything you want to know?”
She waves me off as she grabs a two hundred year old arm chair and drags it over, plopping down with a huff before Justine starts fixing her skirt.
“We are not going to gethigh,” she says as I arch a brow. “The window is open, Leonor.”
“Yeah, ok.” I chuckle and shake my head as I get to my feet and open the French doors. “As hilarious as I’m sure you are when you’re stoned out of your mind, these are not the fun kind of substances.”
“Ok, sweetheart. Tell meeverything.”
Sitting down slowly, I blink a few times at the expectant look on Justine’s face, the way her legs are crossed at the knee with her foot bouncing away in her sparkly flip flops. She’s resting her chin on her hand, staring at me with the biggest grin I have ever seen, and the entire scene before me is just so cute I could burst.
But I start giggling instead.
