Page 42 of Legend
He and Redemption weren't as annoying as the twins but Justice had his moments.
I shook my head. “Yes.”
“You know that’s the first sign of someone losing it, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Not necessarily, Mr. Attorney. You seem to forget I majored in psychology. Normal people can talk out loudandto themselves and it is perfectly sane.”
In a defensive manner, he raised his hands at me. “I’m just teasing you. I actually wanted to ask you about this trip you two are taking.”
I added toast and a few orange slices to the plate then asked, “What do you want to know?”
“You two are going in that limo, correct?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Ok, I sort of wanted to suggest that. Going on bikes would have been insane.” Justice nodded. “But I wanted you to also have someone from the Requiem to go along with you.”
I raised my head to look at him. “Like who?”
“Maybe Duke and Steel,” he suggested.
I blinked at him. “Two of the largest guys in the club?”
Nodding, he replied, “They’re Enforcer Lieutenants. This is what they do, Glory. It is what they trained for.”
“Duke’s not so fond of me,” I muttered.
“So?” Justice shrugged. “Your smart mouth has alienated several members from your presence. So that’s not a big deal.”
“My smart mouth?” I snickered as I grabbed silverware and napkins.
“Yeah, that mouth and your temper. And with your psychology degree, you will have to at least admit to the temper.”
I rolled my eyes. “People need to toughen up around here. This is an MC, ya know?”
He laughed and grabbed a piece of bacon from the buffet pan. “Oh? I never noticed. But this isn’t about a popularity contest, sis.” He munched on the bacon.
“Then what is it about,bro?”
“Ok, so you don’t see how dangerous all of this is?”
“Dear brother.” I tisked. “I was kidnapped by an evil FBI agent upon orders from a madwoman, so they could literally get her free to go on and slaughter all of the Texas Walkers. Which by the wayareher biological family members.” I slowly shook my head. “Isn’t danger our family code or something?”
Justice nodded his head. “Ok, ok. I get your point. But you and Legend are going to visit one of the most notorious mafia families in the South. That’s what it is about.”
“We have those two large Italian brutes for protection,” I argued as I motioned my head to where Legend sat with them.
“We want our guys there too,” he replied.
“Our guys?”
Nodding, he looked serious now. “Do you want me to call Dad in on this?”
I picked the plate full of food up again and exclaimed in disgust, “Seriously? You would tattle?” I snorted. “I thought you grew out of that shit, Justice. Remember the phase you went through? When you said you were just being true to your name. Telling on your brothers constantly until they tied you to a post out back.” I laughed. “You tattled so much that they got really mad. They were painted up like Indians and howling.”
He shook his head. “Come on now, I grew out of that. I always knew they were heathens. But I see some of us do not grow out of things. Like you for instance. You refuse to listen to anyone but yourself. If you will remember, Liberty and I wanted a guard on you whenever you went out. You refused while talking about all the defensive training you had… then we almost lost you when Deacon had you napped.”
He just had to bring that up, didn’t he? I scoffed. “Pettiness does not become you, councilor.”
