Page 5 of Soulless Deeds

Clearly, she’d never seen anyone questioned under duress.

Before my thought could be voiced aloud, Psycho narrowed his soulless black eyes, silently warning me to keep my mouth shut…or else. My lips lifted in challenge.

Micah huffed. “You actually have a point, Ava. We don’t know anything about this new gang and what this meeting involves. If we infiltrate this undercover, we can assess the situation and, if needed, go in all guns blazing.”

I retrieved one of my hidden lollipops and popped it in my mouth, the sugar subsiding my annoyance at the change in hierarchy. For so long, it had only been my sisters and Tanner. I didn’t like the new additions thinking they had a say inourrevenge.

Emerson didn’t give a fuck, most likely because her new best friend and roomy sided with her.Traitor.

Micah pulled out her phone, which was vibrating non-stop, her face draining of colour. Psycho’s head popped up, reading over her shoulder as a genuine grin dominated his face. Micah displayed her screen for all of us to see.

Mayor Arthur Oakview – Dead Overnight.

Cause of death believed to be suicide by hanging, suffered multiple injuries from the trauma, including a dislocated jaw.

Beneath the headline were a range of photos. The first of a handsome, middle-aged man with brown eyes, wearing an expensive, tailored suit. The next image was a staged family photograph, his fake smug smile accompanied by his equally phony wife, son and daughter.

My heart rate spiked. “Oh.Ohhhhhhh… I knew I recognised him from somewhere.”

Micah’s elbows hit the benchtop, fingers rubbing at her temples. “Tell me you had nothing to do with this.”

“I had nothing to do with this.”

“I mean it, Spence.”

I shrugged. “If only you knew why. He was a politician through and through.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning he was a lying, cheating scumbag who also happened to be a sadist. Particularly interested in the non-consensual kind, if you catch my drift.”

Emerson laughed, aghast. “Where?”

“Playhouse.”

Ava’s gaze bounced between us all, features scrunched up in confusion as if her brother wasn’t a former gladiator who used to tear people apart for a living.

Micah sighed. “This isn’t the best timing, Spence. We have a lot riding on this Vice meeting. We can’t fuck this up.”

“Then send me in. I’d deal with it.”

“Alone?”

“The meeting is in Serpents Row. Nobody here knows that place better than me. Plus, didn’t you just say we have to stay low-key as much as possible?”

Emerson snorted. “Then why would we send you?”

I transitioned my face into an exact replica of my dear sister, and as my red hair converted into blonde tresses, I mimicked my voice into her snarky, smartass tone. “Because I’ll just show up looking like you, innocent andmeek.”

She swiped out at me, barely missing as I vaulted back, balancing on two legs of my stool.

Micah stood to pour another refill of coffee. She was going to get the jitters soon. “Alright, it’s settled then. Spencer will infiltrate the meeting and alert us if we’re needed.” Her amber eyes bore into mine, the exact shade and shape of both our fatherand Chase. The similarity unnerved me. No matter how much time passed since their deaths, it always did. “Please don’t kill anyone until we get the info we need. Can you promise me that?”

I raised a dramatic salute to my brow, and she gave a firm nod in return. Turning, she disappeared into her room, probably to fall back asleep. How she could rest after copious amounts of caffeine was beyond me.

Ava and Emerson rummaged through the fridge to start on breakfast, and Psycho commandeered the vacant spot next to me. “For what it’s worth, I wanted to vote with you. Go in all guns blazing.”

I gave him a drool look, lollipop popping into my cheek. “You’re no better than Fran.”

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