Page 91 of Equilibrium
All of them would fall as soon as I got my hands on each and every one of their necks. I didn’t care if it was life or death. They had to pay for everything they did.
Just as we pulled in front of the church, the built-in phone in my helmet started going off.
“I’m busy—”
“Don’t you dare to drop this call, asshole,” Creed started from the other side.
“What the fuck, man? I’m about to walk inside.”
“Yeah, I know, but since you picked up your ass and left me here with Ophelia, who by the way, could kill me and everybody else here before any of us would be able to even call for help, and never told me if you told her the truth, I decided to give you a little call.”
“Creed,” I started, as I carefully observed the surrounding area. “Are you sure you aren’t a fucking girl?”
“Fuck off.”
“I’m just saying.” I snickered. “That was one hell of a sentence, so I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay.”
“Storm, cut the crap. Did you tell her or not?”
My mood was already bad, but with the Spanish Inquisition from his side, it just plummeted further down. Of course, I didn’t fucking tell her. What was I supposed to do?
Maybe while my lips were on her pussy, I could lift my head and say,Oh, by the way, before I forget. I was supposed to give you to Logan Nightingale because he wants you dead. But that was before I knew who you were. Ah, also, your father sold me into a sex trafficking ring full of children when I was seven years old, so he has to die as well. Oh, I’m also planning to kill each and every member of the Council that resides over North America, but I hope you don’t have any other family members there. I really hate double funerals.
Yeah, I didn’t think so.
“I didn’t tell her—”
“Storm,” he growled.
“Creed, don’t fucking start with me. I left you there so that you could keep an eye on her and keep our people safe. She’s still healing, and we are finally at a good place. I just need more time.”
“Dude, she is going to kill you, Atlas and then me, and I don’t want to die.”
“She wouldn’t do that.”
“Storm.” He took a deep breath. “Ophelia kills traitors. She doesn’t give a shit what kind of treachery it was, she kills them. No questions asked. She never asks why or how, or whatever other shit people come up with in order to be spared. No, she simply doesn’t give a fuck. You’re a traitor, you’re dead. That’s how her mind works. I’ve seen her in the field, and I am telling you—she is going to be pissed. Not about the whole story about Logan, but because you didn’t tell her. She will feel used.”
“Creed—”
“Now, I don’t know if your dick has some magical properties or some shit but keep doing that fucking shit. I have had enough fucked-up shit to last me a lifetime. I don’t need any more.”
“Creed—”
“So yes, I think you should tell her. Tell her the truth, dude. How you ended up helping her, that it wasn’t only the Albanians you were working with. Just tell her, okay?”
“Creed—”
“And for fuck’s sake, please don’t wait too long.”
“Creed!” I yelled. “Can you please shut the fuck up?”
“I am just telling you what I know. And I know that I need to hide all the sharp objects in this house on the day you decide to tell her about it. I’ve seen her kill a man with a pen. A fucking pen, Storm! She stabbed him in the eye and let it water out, and then,” he took a deep breath, “she continued pushing the goddamn pen inside his head. So excuse the fuck out of me that I worry about her reaction.”
“Why are all of you making her sound like a psychopath?” I didn’t fucking get it. “We all did fucked-up shit. We even did worse things, so what’s so different.”
“No, Storm.” He laughed. “I’ve never seen a person enjoy the smell of the fresh kill more than her.”
“Well, I’ll deal with it when it’s time. Just don’t fucking tell her about Logan and Nikolai. I want to keep that shit away from her for as long as possible.”
