Page 83 of Ricochet
This buttercup violated both.
"Turn right here," Tristan instructed him, and I didn't even notice when we started driving through the sketchy neighborhood.
One-story houses were lined up on both sides of the street, but there were no people outside. There were no kids playing around. The few cars I saw didn't belong to this side of the town. Range Rovers, one Maserati, and four motorcycles were the only vehicles I saw, and I knew they didn't belong to the occupants of those houses.
"How much longer?" It was Cillian this time, the irritation in his voice almost palpable. His forefinger tapped on the door in an inconsistent rhythm, and I started humming, creating a melody in my head.
Thump-thump thump. Thump-ta ra ta thump.
“We’re almost there, so calm your fucking titties.”
Kieran sounded irritated, and I would be as well if I had to be confined in a car with brothers I didn't trust and a woman he once loved. Truth to be told, I didn’t even know why I was here with them. They could’ve easily let me be at the hotel, but the paranoid shitholes had to keep their eyes on me at all times.
I mean, I was crafty in hostage-type situations, but I wasn’t the Incredible Hulk. I couldn’t exactly break out of these handcuffs and go all “Ophelia, smash” on their asses. Not that I didn’t want to.
“There it is,” Tristan whispered to them, and I leaned forward and saw what they were seeing. “Saint Angelle’s Cathedral.”
Ooo, spooky.
I had no idea what exactly we were doing in Las Vegas, but the nervous energy the guys were emanating told me it wasn’t for the sheer fun of it. Besides, whoever was meeting them here and chose this place was a fucking genius.
The gothic-looking cathedral at the end of the road looked like something that came out of the world ofEdward Scissorhands, and with the dusk settling on the city I had a feeling one of Tim Burton's characters would just jump out of somewhere.
Was this whole trip messing with my initial plan? Yep, it definitely was. But I wasn’t worried. The when and where didn’t exactly matter, because the execution of my plan was coming, one way or another. Would it be in their house or somewhere on the side of the road, it really didn’t matter.
What mattered was that I had to keep my mouth shut and hope Theo would appear at one point as well. That one was more my personal vendetta than the actual orders. I wanted to carve his heart out and feed it to the dogs. Maybe stab him a few times so that he could know how it feels having somebody you know killing you slowly.
“Do you see any of their guards?” It was Kieran who asked as we slowly approached the entrance of the cathedral. I craned my neck and looked outside, only to see a mean-looking blond guy at the entrance standing all alone.
The leather jacket he wore hugged his body tightly, and I didn’t need him to be naked to know that this guy's muscles had muscles. But the fact that I could climb him like a tree wasn’t what called my attention.
No, I could swear I saw this guy before. I just couldn’t remember where. But this guy, whoever he was, oozed danger from every pore in his body. I couldn’t take my eyes away from him, the way he commanded the space. As we started exiting the car, me behind Tristan, more guys wearing the same jackets appeared behind him.
That’s when I got a better look at the insignia on the back of their jackets.
Motherfucking son of a bitch. English wasn’t creative enough for all the curse words running through my head right now, because these three fucking idiots messed with Sons of Hades.
No, scratch that, because I wasn’t worried that they messed with them, I was worriedhewould be here, and if my fucking life ends up looking like a Telenovela, I might stab somebody tonight.
The blond guy was scanning me from head to toe. Noticing it, Kieran positioned himself in front of me, leering at blondie. Perfect, K, now you were going to show your alpha side when we were probably targets of at least four snippers.
The clinking of the keys pulled my attention to Tristan, and he approached me slowly, removing the handcuffs from my hands.
“Don’t try anything stupid, Ophelia.”
He was scared.
Hell, I would be scared as well if I had to deal with Sons of Hades, and I didn’t even know why we were here. Compared to them, I was a fairy godmother.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I murmured, shaking off the throbbing sensation in my wrists. Fuck, I hated these.
Kieran started walking first. The tension in the air palpable, you could almost cut it with a knife. Hell, I really didn’t want to be here.
I had one very simple rule, and thanks to that rule, I managed to live this long in this world. Do not get fucking involved in shit that has nothing to do with you. And this right here, this had nothing to do with me.
So why the fuck did they have to bring me here? I didn’t want to get involved, and what’s more, I didn’t want to see the other bastard who left me hanging when I needed him. Men were fucking trash, and right now I truly regretted ever trusting any of them.
“You’re late.” The blond giant chuckled as we came closer. “You know that he won’t like it.”
