Page 25 of Infamous (Chronicles of Nick 3)
He’d never thought about it that way. But Wren was right. He’d known his share of people who thought that very thing—kids at school who would tell other students they should pay for their lunch because their parents had more money. You’re rich, man. You can afford it.
His mom had never been that way. And she’d hammered her beliefs into him.
You’ll never be able to hold your head up with dignity so long as you hold your hand out for charity.
Wren held the money out again. “So please, take this back. While I deeply appreciate the gesture, I really can’t keep it when I know you need it more than I do.”
Nick took it and inclined his head respectfully at the gruff billionaire. What had life done to Wren that with all of his wealth, he’d rather live in a room at Peltier house, cleaning up after people, hauling around a monkey in his apron pocket, than travel the world and enjoy his money?
You really couldn’t look at anyone and tell much about them. Where they’d come from or what demons rode their souls with spurs on.
And he remembered what Thorn had told him. Everyone is in pain. No matter where they come from or what you think of them. Sorrow spares no one, and scars respect no person. He also thought of Grim’s lesson. People put up shields in an attempt to protect themselves from harm, but one trigger word could breach those defenses and leave them bleeding on the floor.
Nick knew for himself that words were far more damaging than any weapon. The body healed and the scars faded, but the internal damage was eternal. It echoed anytime you let your defenses fall. Even with the money he had access to now, he still felt like a hobo, begging for handouts. Whenever he went to Brynna’s house or Kyrian’s, he kept waiting for them to call the police to put the trash out on the street where it belonged.
He had no way of knowing if that feeling would ever leave him. But he was learning not to gut himself over it like he used to. Every day, things got better. If anyone had told him a year ago that this would be his life in just a few short months … That his mother would have a job with people, or rather shapeshifters, who treated her like a lady, that he’d be hooked up with one of the prettiest girls in school, and that he’d have an apartment on Bourbon Street, he’d have laughed in their face.
Yet that had become his life. All of it.
Wren hesitated at the door. “You know, Nick, you’re a real decent man, and there aren’t many of them in this world. So do us a favor and don’t get killed. There are too many jerks we need to off. We can’t afford to lose someone who actually has manners.”
“You sound like Caleb.”
“Maybe we both have a little demon in us.” And with that, Wren left.
After the next round of friends, which included Brynna, who appeared a lot better mentally than she had the last time he’d seen her, Nick was ready to sleep.
Until Bubba and Mark came in.
Mark sighed as he scanned the room. “Gah, dang, Bubba. Look at this place. Have you ever?”
“Nope. It’s totally unprotected.” He handed a satchel to Mark. “Let’s get started.”
Nick frowned. “What are you two up to?”
“Pay us no nevers.” Bubba pulled the doctor’s stool over to the window so that they could stand on it and start painting symbols with holy water on the wall above it.
“Hey, did you remember to get more salt?” Mark asked.
“Of course I did. What kind of demon/zombie kit would it be if it didn’t have salt in it?”
“Just checking. What with your mom coming in and it being this time of year and all, you haven’t been as sharp as normal.”
“Tell me about it. But I ain’t totally dumb neither. I still have a modicum of intelligence. You wanna grab the thistle and take care of the door?”
Bubba might have his intelligence, but his sanity was still under debate.
But then, after what they’d gone through over the last year, Nick wasn’t about to chance it. If their seal could keep some of the things out he’d met in the Nether Realm, they could wrap him in tinfoil, shave his head, and call him Sue.
Mark opened a bottle of something that smelled worse than his usual duck urine cologne.
Even Bubba groaned. “Mark, take a bath, son. You’re stinking up the place.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” Mark mocked. “It’s the sulfur stinking.”
“Uh-huh, sure it is.” Bubba snatched it from him and smelled it. Shaking his head and grimacing, he quickly put the cap back on. “Wha-aa-dude,” he sputtered. “Dog, this stuff smells like you after three days at Comic Con. Are you trying to get us thrown out?”
Yeah, ’cause standing on the doctor’s stool and painting holy water all over the walls would make them so happy. They might even offer them a job.
After they got out on probation.
Nick whimpered as he continued to laugh over their antics and it made his bruised sides ache. The two of them were priceless. He didn’t know what was funnier. What they said or what they did.
Unfortunately, just as Mark set fire to the thistle, the nurse came in. She let out a war cry before running to call security.
Bubba and Mark started putting their things away. Given Bubba’s height and muscled body, it always amazed Nick how fast he could move. Mark, on the other hand, was ripped, but lean and wiry. You expected speed out of him.
“We got you covered, brother,” Bubba said. “That should keep out almost anything. Now, we’re gonna haul before we get hauled out by security. My mama is just ornery enough to make me spend the night in lockup if I get caught again.”
Nick laughed at the idea of a man the size of Bubba being so scared of someone as tiny as Dr. Burdette.
Until he remembered the fact that he was taller and thicker than his mother, too. And she scared the crap out of him. Yeah, okay, so he couldn’t legitimately harass Bubba for Mamaphobia. Whoever had said that the hand that rocked the cradle ruled the world must have had a Southern, born and bred, mother.
Sobering, he inclined his head to them. “Thanks, guys. I’ll see you later.”
They ducked out the door like two spies avoiding camera relays.
Nick was still smiling when the nurse came back.
“Where’d they go?”
When unsure of how to respond, the best tactic?
Stupid. “Who are we talking about?”
She huffed at him. “You know? The men who were burning things in here. Where are they?”
“I didn’t see anyone burn anything.”
She glared and he could swear he saw the promise of a painful shot in his future. “We’ll find them. With or without you.”
He wished her luck. One thing about those two, they were slipperier than a greased gator on the hunt in the bayou.
Although, the worst thing she could do was catch them.
It’d be like trying to keep a cobra in a shoebox. Not a good idea.
Grinning, Nick leaned back and closed his eyes. He turned his thoughts to something even better than two lunatics outrunning the authorities.
Nekoda.
Instead of sending her off with Caleb to get some eats, he should have kept her here. He didn’t know why, but just the sight of her soothed him. No matter his beaux-beaux, she always made it better.
At times, he thought he was in love with her. At others …
How did anyone know for sure? Were there bells or whistles, or …
What?
Life really needed to come with cartoon bubbles over everyone to explain what was really going on inside their head.
The saddest part, he didn’t know anyone to ask about it. His mother had never been in love. Aside from him and his father, she refused to have any man near her. I ain’t bringing no man around while I got a baby at home. Anyone hits my Boo and I’ll gut him. For the longest time, he’d felt guilty about that.
But after what Kody told him, he knew the real reason why she didn’t date or see men. And that broke his heart.
Menyara would only give the standard, There are some things in the universe that defy explanation. But trust me, when it strikes, you will know.
Kyrian didn’t want to talk about his wife. Ever. Acheron scoffed at the idea of love as the ultimate stupidity. You know what love is, Nick? It’s a woman’s way of controlling the relationship and controlling you. In the wrong hands, it’s the worst, most painful weapon imaginable. So when you give your heart away, make sure it’s a mutual exchange. ’Cause once you let them in, cutting them out again is like being gutted with a dull spoon.
He didn’t want to know what had happened to Acheron to make him so jaded, especially given the fact that Ash had died at age twenty-one. To have that kind of hatred eleven thousand years later.…
Yeah, someone had hurt Ash badly.
The Were-Hunter shapeshifters had their mates chosen for them by the Fates, so they didn’t really date like humans, and they definitely didn’t have a choice or say in who their spouses were.
The only people he knew who were married, he didn’t feel comfortable enough to ask. Or they were divorced, which didn’t bode well since they’d obviously made a mistake when they picked someone.
But Kody … she made him feel things no one else did. He could be having the absolute worst day and with one smile, she could make him forget all about it.
“Did you enjoy your time in Azmodea?”
Nick curled his lip at the familiar voice. Why would Ambrose bug him now? Couldn’t he have five seconds to decompress before his insane older self came in to rough him up?
Yawning, Nick answered without looking. “It certainly wasn’t Disney World—unless Mickey sold his soul to Satan. Not that I’ve ever been to Disney World. Heck, I haven’t even been to Six Flags and it’s just over the bridge.”
The power from Ambrose made the hair on his arms stand on end.
Ambrose’s aura practically sizzled with its lethal capabilities. “I can’t believe you got out of there in one piece. I had to betray the closest thing I’ve ever had to a friend to escape it.”
A bad feeling went through Nick. While the voice was definitely Ambrose’s, the story wasn’t.
No …
It couldn’t be.
Opening his eyes, he saw a man who bore a frightening resemblance to Ambrose. Except this one had short, military-cut jet-black hair, and he stood about two inches taller. Even more telling, he was covered with prison tattoos.
Definitely not Ambrose.
This was his father.
Soc au lait!
CHAPTER 11
Nick tried to call for help, but he was completely paralyzed. He couldn’t even blink. If he so much as thought about Kody or Caleb, a sharp pain pierced his brain.
Was he being stabbed with an ice pick?
His father gave him a crooked smile. “Oh the powers that awaited you … the things you were born to do … Too bad you won’t live long enough to experience any of them.”
Fighting with everything he had, Nick did his best to break free.
He couldn’t. Never had he experienced anything like this. It was terrifying. Forget being Force-choked by Vader, this was even more terrifying and debilitating.
If I get free, old man, you’re going to bleed.
Yeah, okay, so it most likely wouldn’t be much of a fight, but he was going to put up as much of one as he could. There literally was nothing he could do.
Adarian’s gaze was frigid as he moved to stand over Nick. He pressed his thumb against the inside corner of Nick’s left eye. In his head, Nick screamed from the raw agony of it. But the sound wouldn’t leave his throat.
He was the only one who heard it.
His father had him completely paralyzed.
“That’s it,” Adarian whispered before he sucked his breath in with pleasure. “Feed me with your pain. Let me bathe in it.”
“What are you doing, tchu!”
Nick’s eyes widened at a Cajun insult he’d never heard his mother use before. In fact, she went into a full babiller on his hide, using words that shocked him and some he didn’t even know she knew the meaning of.
Her shrill voice ringing off the walls, she ran toward them. She actually slammed all of her body weight against Adarian to shove him away from the bed. Given the fact that she was about a foot and a half shorter and probably weighed less than one of Adarian’s muscled thighs, her ability to move him was impressive. “You get away from him! You hear me?” she snarled through gritted teeth.
“I just wanted to see him. He is my son, after all.”
She backed Adarian into a corner like a Chihuahua cowing a Doberman. “You shouldn’t be here and you know it. How are you here? I know you didn’t make parole. No one’s dumb enough to ever let you out again.”
Adarian’s gaze softened as he faced her anger without flinching. “I’d forgotten how beautiful you are.” He reached to cup her cheek.
His mother slapped Adarian’s hand away. “You are not going to touch me again. Ever!”
Nick kept trying to move or speak, but whatever Adarian had done to him, it was holding him solid.
