Page 85 of Justyce
Seriously?
Acheron, Arrow and Raine snicker beside me and I shoot daggers at the three of them. I remove her hand and shake my head no. Her nostrils flare in anger at the rejection. I can tell she’s not used to being told no. As if realizing what happened, she smooths her features out and nods once.
Feeling pissed off, I pivoted on my heel and stalk toward Rodriguez. He’s sitting in the center of the room on what looks like a fucking throne. Women are draped all over his black jean clad legs as he smirks at me.
He whispers in the ear of one woman and he smacks the other two on the ass, pushing up from his chair when the ladies have scampered off. He motions for us to follow him toward another door and we do.
The arched castle looking door is ominous in appearance and I assume this must be where The Charmed Brothers conduct their private business.
Pulling a key from his pocket, Rodriguez unlocks the door and ushers us in before him. We’re greeted by a huge motherfucking round timber table with carvings embedded deep in the grain.
It doesn’t take long for me to notice the carving on the table is from the patch on the back of their cuts. The snakes fork tongue sits out of its mouth as it rises out of a vacant eyed skull. I admire how realistic the art looks, including the smoke pouring out around the skull and snake; it’s truly impressive.
Medieval looking chairs surround the round table with an equally gothic, ancient and baleful looking hanging chandelier with a modern twist.
“Sit, homes,” Rodriguez instructs.
The door opens behind us and I look behind to see Dominic, Carlos, Miguel and the topless blonde from earlier file in. In respect, I wait for them to take their assigned seats and then take mine.
The blonde offers us a drink, lingering around me a second longer than I feel comfortable. Rodriguez barks and she scampers out the door, closing out the music with her.
Raine is nestled between me and Acheron and I see Arrow snarl from the corner of my eye. Clenching my jaw, I hope to fuck Arrow isn’t going to be a fuckwit when it comes to Raine again. We all know she’s not the settling down type. Hell, she’s only here for a good time, not a long time. My little Rainey is as fucked up as any of us. Her demons just play a little differently to ours.
Drawing me from my thoughts, Rodriguez speaks, “Tell me what you have for me, homes.”
Leaning back in the chair, I rehash what’s transpiring in Dana Point, our club, and how we’ve found the rat my dad planted. I go on to describe my situation with Kenzi and how my dad kidnapped her, leaving out the fact she watched us murder someone eleven years ago.
When I’ve finished purging, I meet each Charmed Brother’s eyes before fixing on Rodriguez’s whiskey pair.
He leans back in his chair, scratching his bald head. I can’t help but see the light reflect off his shaved skull.
“This Kenzi you’re talking about, she’s your girl?”
Everything in my body wants to react and wince at his words, but I can’t show weakness in front of him. Instead I remain stoic and unmoving.
“We have a history, yes. How I acquired her, though, some people would view as unorthodox.”
Rodriguez’s left eyebrow hitches up, the tattoos moving with the motion. “Continue, homes, I need to know what we’re getting involved with.”
Heaving a leaden sigh, I reply, “She was payment for a debt her step-father owed us.”
A growl resonates beside me and I turn to my left to see Dominic eyeing me with disdain. “Couldn’t get the pussy, huh homes? Need to follow in your daddy’s footsteps? Bet your mother would be fucking proud of you,” he seethes.
My right eyebrow twitches along with the right side of my face. I’m about to lose my shit, about to throw caution to the wind and knife this cunt for comparing me to my father, and for bringing my sweet and fucked up mother into it.
Before I have the chance, one of the heavy chairs slide back. Rodriguez stands up and slaps Dominic across the face.
Dominic’s face snaps to the side before focusing back on his brother, his lip turned up into a snarl at Rodriguez’s ire.
“Justyce is nothing like Draconis, and you will leave Katerina the fuck out of this. Do. You. Understand. Me?” he punches every last word out like a fucking typewriter.
I’m taken back, unsure how to navigate the situation before me or the fact that Rodriguez slapped his brother for disrespecting me. It seems my father’s reputation precedes him if he’s aware of his activities.
He nods once, turns toward me and offers me a nod as well. I nod back, stunned into silence.
“Now where were you, homes?” Rodriguez asks and sits down, pulling his chair closer to the table.
Noticing Carlos and Miguel smoking, I reach down and pull mine from my pocket, banging the pack on the table and knocking one free then sparking it up. The heady nicotine is a welcoming feeling as I ready to dive back into my fucked up saga.
