The ones that were my own special blend. Designed to keep pet spiders under control.
“She’s still going to die without your help.” He panted. “She’s losing a lot of blood and she needs yourhelp. It’s not too late, you can fix her-”
The world went dark. Nothing but white noise and shadows and monsters circling everywhere all at once.
As he begged for aid, Widow made the worst mistake of them all. The one that sealed his fate in death because his nasty father had clearly never managed to beat some sense into him, and I would have no choice but to do it now.
He used my name. Theothername.
The cursed woman’s name.
Chapter Six, The Present
It took exactly one hour and thirty three minutes after my shower for Price, Kody and Misha to walk through the door to our hotel room. Or suite, I guessed. It was a giant space made of concrete, dark woods, and metal. I figured the owners had gone for an industrial sort of vibe and it was working. Even if it was mildly annoying that my feet kept slapping against the ground as I paced throughout the entire place, past the three double bedrooms with their attached bathrooms, and around the open plan lounge, kitchen and diner.
It wasn’t like I enjoyed getting my steps in. But it was that or sit on the couch stressing and overthinking my migraine back, barely fifteen minutes after the painkillers and self-induced orgasm combination had made it go away.
My only other source of distraction was my men. Logan was panic making tea with the fancy leaves and stuff, now that I’d checked his stitches hadn’t come out since our shower, justto keep his hands occupied. Before that, he’d made random conversations, offered me snacks, and spent a solid fifteen minutes brushing and braiding my hair. Which was honestly a feat because braiding was hard enough without my hair being short.
At the same time, Lincoln had done a bunch of push ups like a weirdo, drank multiple coffees, and was now getting progressively more antsy as time went on and he attempted to relax on the couch and watch TV. He wasn’t paying attention to the F1 racing, not when he was busy glaring at me hard enough that I expected lasers to shoot out of his eyes.
“Sit down.” He barked his orders, and I laughed loud enough for it to echo.
“No,pendejo. I am busy doing important things your tiny brain does not comprehend.” I sassed as I stomped harder.
He scowled at me as he paused the TV and chucked the remote on the glass coffee table. “You’re slapping your feet like a penguin, and it’s distracting. So sit your ass down.”
“You are the penguin.” I glared. “And make me sit. Or else shut your mouth.”
The sheer attitude in my tone was enough to rile him just the way I liked, and I knew any moment now my distraction plans would come to fruition.
“You think I can’t make you?” He chuckled darkly. “I could make you do anything I wanted with a handful of minutes and the right motivation.”
“You are a man. You need a while to get the engines running again before you can back your attitude with something I’ll actually listen to, bunny.” I grinned viciously and just knew I was in trouble.
Unfortunately – and fortunately - as he was one second away from jumping to his feet and forcing me to sit down, the suite doors opened and the rest of my men finally returned.
“Thank God.” Forgetting all about my irritation plans, I rushed toward them, jumping at Misha first because he was the closest.
He was covered in blood from earlier on still, and I hated seeing him that way. Even if he instantly assured me that he was fine, and everything was sorted out.
“How did you get those gangsters to us so fast?” He asked, as I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him for dear life, pleased when he held me easily. “We were barely speaking to the twins for more than two minutes before a few cars pulled up and we had security.”
“I called in a favor to a… friend.” I replied. “A girl I went to a school with once upon a time.”
“Well, whoever she is, we owe her one. Her guys did all the hard work and saved us one hell of a headache.” Price leaned down, kissing me before he hurried into the large concrete kitchen, stripping off his bloody clothes and chucking them into a pile in front of the washing machine, as he waited for Kody to do the same.
It was a nice sight. A very nice sight.
“What happened,papi?” I simpered a little as Misha walked toward the large, soft black couch, dropping me onto it as gently as he could before he headed to the others to strip and clean up, then returned to take a seat on the end of the couch.
His gym routine was clearly working wonders because he didn’t even struggle the tiniest bit. He’d never been weak, but now it seemed that holding me even easier and I was so happy for him. I knew how badly he wanted to get stronger and feel more confident, and despite the current situation, I couldn’t help but smile at the knowledge that he was getting a little closer to his goals.
“Well, Hades said what she knew. She came downstairs because she heard something, and saw her mom sitting onthe ground right before she took a shotgun to her head.” He explained. “And I’m pretty sure it was because she lied to you.”
“About which part?” My brows pulled.
“Being in contact with her sister.” He waited for Logan to finish making his tea and join us before he continued. “Hades told me in the kitchen she’s almost positive she saw Cassie some point last year, which means Shannon wasn’t telling the whole truth. Plus, Shannon made a weird comment as we were leaving, and got me to promise that we would keep her kids safe.” He leaned into the cushions with a sigh. “And the twins’ dad wasn’t all that shocked she was dead, even if he was devastated.”
