Page 25 of Justyce
Acheron flashes me his million-dollar smile. “Your favorite.”
I shake my head chuckling. “Where is Arrow?”
“Waiting in the truck. Something about not wanting to walk in on you fucking Kenzi.”
I flip him off and he loses it laughing. We both walk down the hallway, with our shoes clicking on the smooth slate tiles and not saying a word. It seems we both have something on our minds.
We’re almost at the door that leads to my garage when Acheron stops in front of a picture and wonders aloud, “This is a new one, brother.”
I twist my neck to the side knowing exactly what he’s looking at. “Yeah I picked that up last week.”
“It’s an intense piece of art. Hauntingly beautiful,” he states with intrigue.
The canvas hanging on the wall is exactly how Acheron describes it. Hauntingly beautiful. It’s the main reason I chose it. Slashes of red and teal carved with black scream melancholy and danger.
Disregarding Acheron’s awe, I storm toward the door and yank it open. Gas fumes pump furiously through the air thanks to Arrow starting my GMC Sierra 3500 HD Denali and not opening the fucking garage door.
“Are you trying to fucking kill us? Open the fucking garage, you cockbreath!”
Cognac eyes smile back at me. “Just getting the party started, Justyce. I take it you haven’t been laid yet.” He walks away without waiting for the answer he already knows.
Creaks from the door opening snap me from the picture of ripping the smirks off both of their smartass faces. The scowl on my face is deep seated as I hop into the driver’s seat of the GMC.
Acheron and Arrow hop in the truck, and for good measure they keep their mouths shut. I figure they sense how on edge I am. Not only is Kenzi playing havoc in my damn mind, I really don’t want to kill these sorry fucks. My father likes to piss all over the place, mark his territory, even though it’s fucking clearly claimed.
The truck is deafly quiet as we begin the commute to San Diego. I decide to take the ocean side drive needing the distraction. If all goes to plan, we should be in and out within ninety minutes.
Every bone in my body is blaring within, urging me to defy my father, but I know it’s futile. If they don’t meet the reaper then I will. It’s as simple and easy as that.
“You ok, Boss Man?” Acheron shatters me from my ruminations. “You’ve been really quiet, more than normal.”
Acheron can be a pain in my ass, but he’s still a loyal motherfucker to me so I hear the concern ring loud and true in his tone.
Flicking my eyes to the side, I see Acheron waiting patiently for my answer, playing with the cufflinks on his perfectly tailored suit.
I draw my attention to the road and sigh. “You both know the schematics, father wants them killed. He’s convinced there is a rat amongst the pack of them, but I’m not sold.”
“What are you going to do?” Arrow pipes up.
“What we always do. Listen,” I deadpan.
“Your dad is a real cunt. Almost as bad as mine,” Acheron relents.
“No one is as bad as your father, Ach,” Arrow retorts.
We’re all silent for a moment, seeming to be lost in our minds a little too much. Usually killing people slides right off me like water off a duck’s back. However, this doesn’t sit well with me. A niggling feeling inside tells me there’s more to the story here, and fuck it I’m going to listen to my gut.
“What are you thinking?” Acheron asks cautiously.
“Why are you asking?” .
“Because that nasty ass, sinister smirk suggests you have a plan.”
“I do. Follow my lead, ok. No one is killing anyone until I figure out what the fuck this is about.”
“What are you saying?” Arrow queries.
“I’m not sure… yet. None of this is adding up.” My mind ticks over and my eyebrows draw down, knitting together. “Why would my father kill the Charmed Brothers?” I still wonder about the origin of the name of the gang we’ve been trading guns with for the past year.
