by Flite, Nora
It was the most unfair thing he'd ever asked of me.
My nod was a single movement, hair rustling like a dead tree. “I understand.” Air filled my lungs, but it didn't help me breathe easier. “Don't kill him. The plan was always to let me do it.”
He took a step backwards. “Your safety is the plan.”
His words were romantic, protective.
All I heard was 'we might kill him before you can.'
The possibility was filling me with panic. Leveling my voice was a challenge. “Please be careful. Both of you.”
Kite didn't look back at me after that. The speed that took him out of the cafe was unnatural. A man on a mission.
But that mission belonged to me.
I was putting the pieces together. He was lying, and it could only be about one thing.
Jacob and Kite... they were going to kill my target.
They'd promised him to me, and they were going to take that away.
Were they really ending this to protect me? I didn't know their reason, just that they were betraying me. How could he expect me to keep this promise? They were going to steal my revenge.
Even if their intent was good, this was mine. I deserved it.
I fucking deserved the right.
Cece.
Just thinking her name was fueling me. I needed to be the one to look that murderer in the eye and pull the trigger. That belonged entirely to me. To my family.
Kite had left me in the cafe, expecting me to return home. Stalking him was impossible. I didn't need to, though. I already knew where he was going.
He'd let it slip when he was talking to Jacob. My brain had imprinted the name.
The Calloway Club.
Grabbing my jacket, I punched my arms through the sleeves mid-run out the door.
I didn't like breaking promises. But Kite would understand.
He just had to.
- Chapter 34 -
Jacob
“How did it go?” I tapped the side of my bluetooth, wandering through the busy bar.
The Calloway Club was funny. Bright and grimy at once, not too disgusting. But what kind of club opened before eight at night?
They'd painted the windows black. It made it feel like it was late, no sun getting in, all shadows and flickering lights over an almost empty floor. It was the perfect place for someone to hide out.
Kite's voice beeped through the tiny device. “Fine. She won't show.”
“You're sure?”
“Fucking—yes. I'm sure. She promised me.”
I wanted him to be right.
Wandering the place, I surveyed out of habit. There was no danger here, it was a simple business in a mildly bad part of the city. I had no expectation that Lars would appear.
Laying a trap for Marina wasn't fair. However, it was better than passing judgment on her before she'd had an opportunity to show us her true colors.
Kite's job had been to lay into her that she could not come here. She had to believe that this was a big deal. Otherwise, her promise would have been simple to make and keep.
I needed her to choose between her revenge... and us.
If we were second fiddle, then the fact was she could betray us any day. Now, or in the future.
A future that looked brighter by the minute.
Being able to touch her every day, wake up and know I could kiss her soft lips, was a luxury I ached to make real. Everything relied on her.
Trust.
It came down to a promise made in a coffee shop. I hadn't even been there, but Kite believed she meant her word.
All that was left to do was wait.
Migrating, I moved to the wide bar and sat in the middle. I had a direct line of sight with the entrance. Settling in, I linked my fingers in my lap and counted the seconds. The movement to my left told me a bartender was rushing around. Something to take the edge off sounded good.
I was halfway through turning, ready to speak to whoever could get me a glass.
“Shit,” Kite hissed in my ear.
Dreading what I already knew I would see, I turned towards the door. In her dark jacket, Marina should have blended into the crowd. To me, with my heart crushed under a wave of defeat and my eyes begging for this to be a mirage, I couldn't have missed her.
Marina had failed the test.
Her head shifted, finding me across the room. The flicker of relief she glowed with choked me. I wasn't just angry, this went further, shattering me in the bottom of my soul.
This was what heartbreak felt like.
I'd promised Kite a chance. It had been easy for me to offer it, because deep down, Marina was everything I wanted, perhaps even needed.
And she couldn't be trusted. Her fate was locked.
Fuck, I wanted to jump off of a cliff.
She was coming my way, uncertainty turning her eyes glossy. Without looking to my left, where the bartender's shadow was in my peripheral, I lifted a hand and spoke. “Whiskey, clean. Make it a double.”
A cliff wasn't in my near future. A drunken escape would have to do.
“Uh, sure man. Let me see your ID.”
If I wasn't so foggy with grief over the future-corpse walking my way, I would have thought the voice was familiar. I was too lost to focus.
Yanking out my wallet, I slammed my ID onto the bar and slid it his way without tearing my gaze from Marina. “Make it fast,” I hissed. She was seconds away from me.
His laugh was surprised. “Holy shit. Don't I know you?”
The grooves of my brain boiled. Turning, slow as tree-sap, I looked into the familiar face of my bartender. Rail-thin, socket cheeks, bruise colored eye bags.
Juice.
My would-be cocaine dealer.
His awkward smile grew bigger the longer he stared at me. “It is you!” Juice flashed his teeth, stunned by our encounter. He wasn't alone. “Man! You clean up good, Dennis! You quit the thug life like me?”
Battery acid jolted through my cells. My instinct was to turn and flee.
Juice was here, the only person who could connect me to Hecko.
I needed to think.
A plan, an escape, a way out.
Looking down, I spotted my ID. It wouldn't read the name 'Dennis.' He was going to learn my real name, and then, he'd wonder why I'd lied—who I was. He'd be able to give me up to anyone who asked.
“For real, though,” he said, leaning in close but speaking too loudly for the situation. “You did what I did, right? Left the game? Fuck, how could you not? Seeing Hecko's face all over the news cinched it for me. Him and Frank, they were dudes that I knew.” He ran a finger over his throat, frowning. “Ugly fucking business. I'm done with it. Got hired here yesterday, way better than selling dust.”
Licking my bottom lip, I judged the distance between my ID—that was luckily face down on the bar—and Juice.
Fate wasn't on my side today.
His fingers came down, pressing the plastic into the wet surface but not lifting it yet. I was trapped. I could not let him see my ID, and I couldn't run without it. “New job,” I said, catching his eye. “That's great, man. Good for you.”
“Right?” Snorting, his sharp shoulders went to his ears in a shrug. “Man, this is weird. Like, I met you, what, a week ago or something? Now you're here. It's crazy!”
Yes. It was crazy.
The tiny voice in my ear was a growl. “Jacob,” Kite whispered. “What's happening?”
“Still can't believe Hecko is dead,” Juice mumbled. “I hadn't really thought about him for awhile until you and I talked that night.” Squinting, Juice looked me over and considered his next words. “Life is so fucking funny. You ask about him, and then he's in the news. Just... dead.”
Hecko's pale face entered my mind. At this rate, Juice's memory of that fateful night was going to be my undoing. Could I get my ID before he lifted it and read my real name? Connected the dots that the man he'd met didn't exist?
I needed a miracle.
And then one toppled partially over the bar, spilling whatever was in her hand all over Juice.
“Oh my gosh!” Marina cried, hands over her mouth. “I'm so sorry! My foot caught on the chair and I just—I'm really sorry!”
Wide-eyed, I gawked at her. Juice was wiping himself down, groaning at the mess. I knew an opportunity when I saw it. In a blink, my fingers swiped my ID off the bar.
Had Marina just rescued me?
Between the time I'd watched her approach and now, she'd managed to take her jacket off and find a glass to spill on the kid. It would have been a split-second decision.
She saved me, I thought in amazement.
So many tiny threads, always ready to unravel and undo me. This was why Marina was such a risk to to us. Life was already a series of landmines.
Where was the sense in carrying one around when it could explode at any time?
Marina's laugh, high and sweet and so very fake, got my attention. I watched her as she bent close to Juice over the bar. I hadn't noticed till now, but her white shirt had gotten wet when she'd spilled the drink. Juice had certainly spotted the see-through material, his eyes bugging wide.
“Jacob, talk to me. Are you okay?” Kite growled.
I could tell his nerves were fraying, he didn't know what I was seeing.
In the middle of her giggle, hair thrown back and chest thrust out, Marina owned Juice's attention. This was my chance to make an escape. Juice didn't care who I was or who he thought I was, not with a woman like her all over him.
My heels clicked on the floor. The club noise drowned everything out but her sweet voice. That never left my head, trapped like a butterfly in a jar.
In my hands, this girl's life was as thin as those gossamer wings.
“I'm fine,” I said, tapping the button by my ear. “Go home. I'll meet you there.”
Kite's silence stretched out. “Marina.” Her name crackled through the static. “I saw her walk inside.”
“She broke her promise.” Stating it, I sounded cold and flat. The weight in my chest wanted to drag me to the floor. One test, a simple way to see if she would choose her word to us over her lust for revenge.
She saved me, I reminded myself. Slamming the door open, I shoved out into the parking lot. She didn't have to. If anything, standing by and listening to what Juice was saying would have been helpful to her. If it were me... and I needed information... I would have hovered and waited.
Marina hadn't done that.
But she had come to the club in the first place.
My desires were fighting in my heart and my head. They were going to tear me apart and leave me in pieces.
Marina is right not to trust me, I mused bitterly. I'm dangerous.
And I do tell lies to everyone.
Including myself.
Dammit. I didn't know who I was anymore. Jacob of the past, he'd do anything to keep the people he loved safe. I refused to lose Kite. I'd never lose anyone I cared about... never again.
Once had been enough.
Where did Marina fit into this pledge? She doesn't, I warned myself. Marina isn't part of the bond. She can't be.
Killing was easy.
Letting her live had become the struggle.
My divided wishes would break me. Who was I kidding? I was already broken, the edge of insanity was tickling my toes.
“Jacob,” Kite said softly. The strain in his tone shook me awake. “...I'm sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” I asked, ducking my chin into my jacket's tall collar.
“I shouldn't have said we could trust her. I should have listened. You were right about her. I just wanted to think... fuck. Fuck everything. Dammit.” The bluetooth wavered. Kite's breathing was raspy.
He had no clue what had happened in the club. All he'd seen from his position staking out the area was Marina crossing the street and going into Calloway's. He didn't know the danger I'd been in, or what she'd done for me.
Lifting my hand, I perched my finger on the power button. “Blood Brothers. That's all we can trust. Nothing changes.”
Tapping the device off, I was left to wallow in my thoughts.
- Chapter 35 -
Marina
The name cut through the air of the club and stabbed my guts.
Frank.
The kid behind the bar had mentioned Frank.
Whoever the gangly guy was, he was talking to Jacob like he knew him and rambling about things that sounded like a flood of clues for the lock-box of my life.
This man had answers.
Jacob was sitting there, stiff as a mountain. I was close enough to hear the conversation, but I'd slowed my approach. At first, I'd been relieved to see Jacob. It meant that the guy I was after was really nearby.
The pain in his blue eyes when he'd seen me had cooled my excitement.
I had lied to Kite when I said I wouldn't come. Was that why Jacob looked so hurt? The lines that had crawled over his frown were unnerving. I had the oddest sensation that he'd been waiting for me.
Forget that, I told myself firmly. Listen to what they're talking about! But I couldn't, not easily. The fear that was permeating off of Jacob was probably invisible to others. I'd seen a lot of the faces he could make. Facets, as he'd called them. Fear was a weird one. For some reason, this kid behind the bar was freaking him out.
There are moments where you have to decide to take advantage of a situation, or to give it up for the greater good. My greater good was a clean-cut man with clever hands and a fierce smirk.
I hated that his delicious lips were stuck in a scowl.
Jacob's eyes moved. They darted down, I saw the white plastic on the bar peeking from under the kid's pointed fingertips. His ID? Yeah, that was it. Jacob was trying to get his identification back.
My intuition warned that if the bartender saw his ID, Jacob was fucked.
Without another heart beat passing me by, I acted.
Jogging around an empty table, I snatched a glass that was half-full of some unknown drink. I did it all in mere seconds; jacket off, glass at the ready. The kid was my target.
Pretending to stumble, I cried out. Shooting my torso over the bar, I splashed him and me with the drink.
His eyes shot wide, hands flying upwards. Before he could get angry, I started apologizing. “I'm so sorry! My foot caught on the chair and I just—I'm really sorry!”
Jamming my hip towards Jacob, I somehow missed him. He was already standing, good. I tossed him the quickest of looks. I couldn't tell his expression, but I did see the bluetooth.
He'd been talking to Kite.
Jacob took his ID and vanished through the crowd. Something was wrong, I struggled to understand.
The guy was drying himself off, looking more embarrassed than angry. “It's fine! Uh, it's fine. No worries.” His stare flicked to my chest. Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. This was ridiculous, but it had worked.
“Guess I'm just clumsy,” I laughed. Reaching out, I offered my hand. “I'm M... Melony, by the way.” Don't give him your real name. That was close.
Beaming, he dropped the towel and shook my fingers. “Juice.” Was that his name or... what he was offering me? “Here, let me get you a new drink, Melony. On the house.”
I didn't want a drink. I wanted information. “Thanks,” I beamed, grabbing the glass and sniffing it. I was hesitant to put my lips on the cup. Sure, I'd watched him pour it, but still. “Listen,” I said, peering over my shoulder to confirm Jacob was gone. “I wanted to ask, that guy you were talking to...”
“Dennis?” Juice blinked, following my eyes.
“Right. Dennis.” A fake name? “How do you know him?”
The skinny kid was getting cagey. Avoiding my eyes, no matter how close I leaned, he cleared his throat. “Uh, listen. I just got this job, and I'd rather not... I don't want to lose it. You feel me?”
I didn't. “Sure. I just want to know about him, why can't you—”
Lifting a hand, he cut me off with a sharp mo
tion. On a napkin, he scribbled something down. “How about you call me sometime. You're just my type, I think we'd have a blast.” Juice winked, his angled smirk turning my stomach.
Shoving the napkin in my purse, I sighed. He was freaking out, clearly this wasn't the place to grill him. “Alright. Can you just tell me one little thing?” Waiting for him to nod, I crooked a finger and leaned in. “I overheard you and Dennis talking. You knew a guy named Frank? Frank Montego, by chance?” Juice's eyebrows flew to his hairline. My heart was dancing. “You did. Okay. Who is the other guy you mentioned? Hecko, I think it was?
I'd heard him say it at least twice. Was Hecko my mystery murderer?
A full body shiver went through his lanky body. “Yo, why does he keep coming up? This is fucking weird.”
Someone across the bar was trying to flag him down. Juice looked that way, considering ending this conversation here. “Please, it's important. Tell me who that is,” I begged. There was a wild storm in me, it was eager and hungry and it was praying Hecko was my target.
Let my hunt be fucking over.
“He was Frank's nephew,” Juice mumbled. His skin was fading into chalky white. “Emphasis on the was. Guy is dead, now. They found him the other day in an alley behind a dumpster.” That rang a bell, I didn't know why. “Look... this shit isn't fit for where we are. You got my number, sweetie. I gotta take this.” Nodding at the customer, Juice turned his back and started ignoring me.
Mixed within my moment of frustration was hot, bubbling optimism.
He had more information, he just wasn't willing to talk about it here. Fine. I was walking away with the phone number of the first person who was able to give me a real lead.
Tonight had been a good night for me.
****
While I waited an hour in the club, it became clear that Jacob and Kite weren't coming back. That also meant my target wasn't showing.
My gut warned me that this had been some sort of set-up, but I was too elated from meeting Juice. It helped soften the blow.
