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“Not all of them. Trust me.” She slid down the bed and crawled toward me. “There were people who mourned you, Phee, and it wasn’t only Storm and me. You got friends here. You have a place here.”
“It’s okay.” I shrugged. “I’m just a painful reminder of who my father was. But,” I looked at her and her worried face, “I’m wondering why there are new people around. What’s going on?”
“You don’t know?” Her eyes widened, and something akin to anger flashed across her eyes before it completely disappeared. “There’s a massive gathering of all chapters for Sons of Hades, happening tomorrow. Storm didn’t tell you?”
“Storm is ignoring me, Zozo.” I smiled sadly. “He doesn’t owe me an explanation for anything or what is going on here. He made it clear that I was his prisoner and even though I could, I don’t want to run again.”
Silence descended on us and I could see the anger licking her skin, flushing her cheeks, and I knew I wouldn’t like the words that would come out of her mouth.
“Get up,” she said, immediately standing up. “We’re going to the motherfucking party, and Storm or no Storm, you have the right to live a little. Get up, Ophelia,” she barked at me. “I’m not going to ask twice.”
“You’re lucky I like you, you know?” I said, slowly detaching myself from a sleeping Kaiser and standing upright. “If somebody else tried to command me like that, they’d be—”
“Dead, I know.” She grinned. “It’s a good thing you like me.”
She had no idea.
22
STORM
I hated this.
This party, these people occupying my house, my chapter, but I had no other choice if I wanted to keep the peace between all of us. I had to comply with what they wanted if I wanted to keep everyone happy.
In reality, all I wanted was to go up to Ophelia’s room and bury myself inside her sweet heat. My dick started hardening at the mere thought of her, groaning when my hand pressed against my length as people milled and chatted around me.
Rip and Maxwell were sitting on the opposite side of the room, right in front of me, groping the two girls who came earlier to sit on their laps.
The stripper pole we installed in the middle of the room was unoccupied, but it was only a matter of time before one of the girls, or even guys, would find enough courage, or well, would get drunk enough to step up and start using it.
I could see Atlas’s blond head on the left side of the room, chatting with one of the prospects from the Seattle chapter, and my eyes almost immediately flickered to the other side where Indigo stood with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at the two of them. He needed to get his head out of his ass if he didn’t want to lose Atlas forever.
We never exactly talked about what had happened, but by the time I came out of the hospital, the icy demeanor Atlas displayed every time Indigo was around could only come from a broken heart. I didn’t need to be a genius to know that Indigo had fucked up and was now paying the price.
“There you are.” Nova’s annoying voice pulled me back from my thoughts and I looked to my right, seeing her standing right there.
I should have eliminated her by now, but I couldn’t risk exposing ourselves to whoever spied on us. It was better to keep her close and to keep her entertained, all while investigating who she was working for.
It wasn’t The Syndicate, it wasn’t the Outfit, and judging by what Atlas discovered, it was someone that wanted to eliminate Ophelia. And I didn’t like it.
Not one bit.
That saying of keeping your friends close, but your enemies even closer was what I was using right now, and I used all my strength not to sneer at her every time she came to me. And knowing that she was Ophelia’s cousin made my blood boil even more.
Truth to be told, if Ophelia ever found out that I slept with Nova when she ran away, she would cut off my balls and serve them to me on a platter, especially because she was the one to warn us about her. And there I went, filled with vengeance and the need to forget those cerulean eyes, fucking myself over by sticking my dick in this woman.
She couldn’t take a fucking hint and I was too tired to try and shake her off tonight. She went on a trip one week ago, and while she knew that we looked for Ophelia, she didn’t know that I found her or that I brought her back with me.
Every time she spoke to me, she couldn’t hide her disdain toward Phee and what she'd done. And maybe I was blind to see it before, masking it underneath all the anger I’d felt, but it bothered me that I allowed myself to get entangled with her.
I just hoped Ophelia wouldn’t find out.
“I missed you,” she cooed in her sugary sweet voice, raising my hackles because I hated when women talked like they were five years old. What was the point? I once thought she was a cool girl, here to earn some money and to escape her previous life, but if there was one thing I hated the most it was people lying to my face.
I wasn’t worried, though. Her time would come, and I would be the one to put a bullet through her head.
“I was busy,” I said, looking ahead where Rip and Maxwell sat, when she threw her leg over my lap and sat down.
