Page 83 of Justyce
He shrugs his broad shoulders, a smirk tugging the scar up on his jaw as his family ring catches the light.
“What the fuck is so funny?”
Arrow sobers, but I don’t miss the mischief playing in his eyes. “Raine and I made a bet to see how long it’d take you to flip. I won by the way.”
I wipe my hand down my face and groan, “You’ve had your fun now. So if you’d kindly tell me what else you know so I can figure out how to get my girl back that would be nice.”
Arrow smirks again and I realize what I just said. Shit.
Collecting himself, I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs and he swallows harshly. In my peripheral, I catch Raine rolling her eyes.
“What he’s trying to say is Dereke played us all. From what Carlos gathered, he was aware of your infatuation with Kenzi when you were younger and he used that to his advantage,” Raine says.
“Wait, what do you mean? None of this makes sense.”
“It didn’t to us at first either. However, it does now. Dereke executed the entire thing from start to finish,” Arrow oscillates. “He formed a debt with us purposely.”
I reach for the drink and take a hefty swig. Swiping the residue whiskey from my lips with my hand, I demand, “Why? What am I missing here because I don’t understand any of this.”
My mind is running away as I weave my way through this wayward enigmatic vortex we’ve found ourselves.
“Carlos is still digging but that’s what he has so far. What are we going to do?” Arrow asks.
Lifting my head, I look to Acheron and shake my head. This can’t wait much longer because I know my dad. He won’t play fair or nice. He wants me dead, and if he’s aware what Kenzi means to me then he’ll use that avenue to lure me out and hurt me.
If he damages what’s mine, he may as well kill me. I have an inkling he’s conscious of that. Fear is a fickle thing, and it’s clawing at my resolve, strangling the beast inside and turning it into a little bitch.
I pin each of them with a stare, then smirk. “Get your shit together, we’re heading to the Charmed Brother’s place. We need more hands in the cookie jar and I imagine after Draconis stunt recently, Rodriguez will be willing to play with us.”
Acheron and Arrow’s faces kick up as Raine’s eyes glimmer with devilry. The only person missing in this room is Kenzi, and I’m going to get my Dark One back if it’s the last thing I do on this fucked up planet. It’s game night.
I watch as Arrow and Raine hop into his Rosso Dino colored Ferrari Pista Spider as I jump in the passenger seat of Acheron’s black Bugatti La Voiture Noire. The smell of his cologne, cigarettes and the leather of the car assaults my senses and I feel right at fucking home.
Clipping my seatbelt, I take the moment to admire the custom lapis blue and black interior he decided on decking out his beast in. The blue matches his eyes and has never gone unnoticed by me. Regardless, this car is him all over. Should be for the price he paid for the fucker.
Acheron belts up and turns toward me with a grin on his face. “You ready to shred some bitumen and rain down our wrath on some pissants, brother?”
The smirk tickles the side of my face and Acheron’s kicks up further, enunciating his scar even more.
Throwing the Bugatti into reverse, we tear out of his driveway at full speed. Smoke pours from the wheels when Acheron smashes it into first and sears the road with fury as we make our way to San Diego.
Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I find Rodriguez’s number in my contacts and hit dial. It rings four times before he picks up, his heavy accent barking down the line.
“Justyce.”
“Rodriguez, brother, we’re on our way to your club house now. I have a proposition for you and I hope you’re willing to entertain it.”
“Is that so? How long will you be?” Curiosity drips from his candor and I know I’ve got his interest piqued.
“With the way Acheron drives, maybe half hour.”
“See you then.”
In thirty-two minutes and twenty-two seconds we arrive at the Charmed Brothers club house. How do I know how long it took us to arrive here? Acheron made me time the fucker, he’s such a child.
“I fucking hate all this sand,” Acheron gripes and Arrow agrees verbally with him. “Why did he have to put his clubhouse on a fucking beach?”
“Look around, Ach. Can you see a single a person in sight?” I ask, smirking.
