Page 74 of Property of Fang
Without feeling as though my actions are weighed, judged, and found wanting.
“I’m going to give you the phone back,” Chaos finally says, startling me. “I’m sure you’ve worked out it’s tapped; we’ll know who you call and when, your browsing history, what apps you use. But I want you to call your old man again.”
“He doesn’t want me to get in contact until I’m back in the operation,” I confess, duty churning my gut.
“And how does he know you aren’t?”
His candor catches me off guard. “When the call comes from the same number, I’m certain he’ll figure it out.” I stare him down, daring Chaos to challenge me. I’m sure he’s not that simple that he would have missed the obvious.
“We’ll change the SIM card—give it a new number.”
Of course.Seems I’m the simple one. “And what would you like me to say?” I barely hold the sarcasm from my tone.
“Ask him to come here, at my invitation.”
I snort most unladylike at his suggestion. “He’s ex-Devil’s Breed. You think he’s going to walk in here like you’re old chums?”
“If he wants Smoke ruined, he will.”
“Why?” I ask. “Why do you need him to get what you want?”
“Because as Sun Tzu said,‘To know your enemy, you must become your enemy’,” Chaos recites. “I need someone who can help me stop thinking like a King and view this shit as a Devil.”
TWENTY-SIX
FANG
The doorto Chaos’s office opens, and Jenna walks through, head down, deep in thought. Arms folded across my chest, I stay slouched on the short bench beneath the coat rack, watching her shoulders rise and fall with a deep sigh. She’s pretty in an understated way, and for some goddamn reason it drives me wild.
“What did he say?”
Her head jerks up, right hand moving to her chest. “Fuck, Nibbles. You’ve been sitting there the whole time waiting to scare the shit out of me?”
“Would it make you feel better if I said yes?” Truth is, I’ve been sitting here the whole goddamn time waiting to see if Chaos let her go or viewed her as enough of a threat to lock her up until he gets what he wants.
Guess at least one of us knows how to use our charm.
Her gaze roams the length of me. “Chaos wants me to call my father.”
“No surprise there.”
“You told him what I said,” she accuses, eyes hardening. “Why?”
“Club duty.” I shrug.
Her jaw tenses, lips drawing to a thin line when she stares to the side for a beat. “You’re an asshole.”
“Thought we’d already established that.”
“You all are.” Jenna turns for the stairs and then stalls.
“What?”
Back turned to me, she hangs her head and sighs. “I just want somewhere where I don’t feel as though every corner of the room watches me. It’s goddamn stifling being in this house.”
“Then why don’t you leave?”
“Trust me,” she sasses. “I’ve thought about it. But it doesn’t help anyone but me.”
