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“I became the Crow for you, Avery. None of this will be worth it if anything happens to you.”
“There’s always more, Avery. Between us, there will always be more.”
“Men don’t look at women the way he looks at you if they’re not fucking stupid about them. Now, sending death threats to Aodhan I understand but to you? No way. We know enough about him to know that he’s not that guy.”
Lips groans softly, an echo of my own frustration with the whole situation. “I fucking hate politics. All of these veiled threats and shit… if I want someone dead, I fucking kill them. Other people should do the same.”
“You have a gun and a knife and I know I’ve taught you how to kill any asshole that tries to touch you. Illi is your backup. Aodhan too now, I guess. You’re not some weak damsel in distress; I wouldn’t have left you if I didn’t think you could hold your own. If Atticus starts making you feel weak then stab him, I’m fucking done with him making you feel this way.”
“I love you, Mounty. Hurry up and finish that tour so we can plot our global domination and grow old together.”
“Are you really not going to come to dinner? I asked the chef to cook the stuffed lobster you love.” Damn him.
“What the fuck?!” Luca grunts and I lower myself down until I can whisper in his ear, “Compliments of the Wolf of Mounts Bay. I choose not to kill you on a daily basis. Remember that.”
I don’t aim it at any of the men keeping guard in the halls. No, I press the barrel to my own temple and then I watch them all sweat like a whore in church over it. Not a single one of them approaches me, all of them vaguely terrified that I’ll accidentally pull the trigger like some inept little girl. I’m tempted to tell Illi to come in here and gut them all for the insult.
“You okay, Queenie? I’m under strict orders from the kid to go full bloodshed and gore on this place if you have so much as a scratch but I didn’t need her permission to do it, I’m fucking itching for it.”
“You call me or Lips and you ask one of us to do it for you. Your job is the politics bullshit that we hate and all the other evil genius shit that you do. You don’t need to become a killer just for fucking credibility. Don’t let that piece of shit Crow make you think any differently.”
I definitely cannot let Ash know about it or see those photos. Illi, he’s a lot more like Senior than people think, he’s just— he uses those skills for the people he loves, not against us. If he finds out, then he will destroy everything.”
“I’ll beat the life outta that fuck for trying to lock you down, Queenie. I’ll take him the fuck out.”
“There was no way I was gonna let you start without her here, like I’d be dumb enough to get on Beaumont’s bad side. I like my balls where they are, thanks, and rumor has it she’s fully trained with a knife compliments of the Wolf herself. No fucking thanks.
The Fox, the Tiger, the Ox… every last member remembers all too clearly what happens when you betray the Wolf or speak out against her. The finer details might still be concealed but it’s clear that speaking out against the Wolf gets you killed in the worst ways and there’s no one here today who is willing to risk that. At least, not so openly here in front of me and the Butcher.
“The Wolf called, she just wanted me to remind you that she’s more than happy to use every resource at her disposal to get Avery out of this building if you try your bullshit again. Her brother is in town, y’know. He stopped in to keep an eye on shit for her.”
I hear Illi call out behind me, “Oh, and Luca? Make her feel shit about the Jackal again and I’ll feed you to the cannibals, piece by piece. Nothing would make me happier than knowing they were digesting you and shitting you out.”
I love him for it and I think if he were traveling with anyone other than Lips Anderson, the Wolf of Mounts Bay and a girl who’s been obsessed with him for far longer than she’d ever care to admit, I’d be just as bad. She walked into Senior’s murder room to die for us both. I’d trust her with so much more than my twin’s life at this point. My life would’ve been so much easier if we’d both been lesbians and I could have married her by now.
“Family means family, you don’t pay for that shit.” Jackson calls out from deeper in the bunker, “Don’t say that! Keeping you fed is fucking expensive!”
“Blakeley’s DNA matches. He’s the other Graves sibling.”
Instead, I’m looking at my family. Ash, Harley, Blaise, Illi, and Odie are only the beginning. The entire O’Cronin clan is there and every last one of the Graves siblings. He even has a photo of Nate. In the center is a photo of Lips from school, a grin on her face and her eyes crossed out with blood.
