Page 49 of Pray for Scars
He turns back in his seat, one hand on the steering wheel, and offers it to me with apprehension on his face.
I test the weight of it in my hand, and then I sigh.
And aim it at my brother. “Get out of the car.”
His entire body goes rigid, both hands now on the wheel. “Sid, think about what you’re saying—”
I smile at him. “I know exactly what I’m saying.” I lean in closer, across the center console, press the barrel of the gun to the side of his head. “Get thefuckout of the car.”
He shakes his head, not scared of me in the slightest. “What’re you going to do, Sid?” he asks, not able to look at me, the way I have the gun against his temple.
I dig it in a little deeper, make him have to lean away. “If you ever gave one single fuck about me, get the fuck out of this car before I pull the goddamn trigger and end whatever this shit is between us for good.”
Silence.
He drops his hands from the wheel. Slowly reaches for the door handle.
He’s actually doing it.
He opens the door.
He steps out.
So do I.
I shoot a look to the girls, warning them to stay the fuck in the car without saying a word.
I meet Jeremiah at the hood, engine humming, the gun still in my hand.
“Give me the keys.”
He reaches into his coat pocket and I tense, waiting for him to fuck me over. But he pulls out the key to the car, and I hold my palm out. He drops it in without touching me, hands back by his side.
“I’m going to find you. As soon as you leave, I’ll find you, Sis.” He smiles at me, and there’s no fear or anger or frustration there. Just cold calculation. “I’ll always find you, you got it?”
I push past him, go to the driver’s side. “You’re starting to sound just like Lucifer.”
I get in the car, shut the door, and spin it around in the field, heading back the way we came.Canalsby Highly Suspect is on and I turn it up as loud as I can stand it. I glance at the girls in the rear view.
“Tell me how to get to Lucifer’s house. We’ve got a fucking party to get to.”
Chapter Thirteen
There aren’t many people,relatively speaking, at the house. We all live on an out-of-the-way cul-de-sac, and there’s only ten cars or so parked in front of my home. One I recognize as our security detail, all black SUV, and there’s a man leaned against it smoking a cigarette, gun on his hip. I nod to him as I pull into my driveway after meeting with my father.
My father might be an asshole of the worst sort, but he’s also highly superstitious. Comes with being in the 6. And that superstition means Sanctum doesn’t have cameras (messes with the rituals). Which means he either has no idea that Sid Rain was in my grasp and escaped, or he’s confident I’ll drag her to him for Sacrificium, the annual 6 event in which betrayers arepurged.Another way for them to keep their secrets.
He also doesn’t stoop down to my level, talking to my friends. My guards know if they talk to him, they’re dead. My bases are covered.
But time is running out.
And when Sacrificium gets here, I won’t have a choice. But for now…I’ll let Sid play.
I pull into the garage, close it behind me with the press of a button.
Fuck.
I don’t wanna do this. I want to sleep. But even if my house was empty, I wouldn’t be able to. And with the shit that’s been going on, my brothers don’t give a damn if I want to sleep. They trust me, when it comes to them.
