I nod and turn around, finally looking away and following him to his office.
Keir shuts the door and sits at his desk.
I don’t hate Keir—I respect him. Always have. And the fact that I lied to him will not sit well. I’m known to always tell the truth, no matter how brutal, and he knows this about me as well.
“I have two options…”
I didn’t expect options.
Not from Keir.
He checks his phone, then tips his head back and looks directly at me. “Are you ready to listen to them?”
I want to tell him no, that I’m going to walk out this door, and if I die, I fucking die. What a glorious life I’ve lived. What sweet fucking pussy I’ve tasted. I’ve done more in this life than most will ever do.
“Lucas, words.”
“Yes,” I answer him.
“You know what the punishment is… death. But…” he looks toward the door, “… she asked me not to carry out the death sentence.”
She means Sailor.
“So you have two options…” He pauses. “I take you down the street, and I put a bullet between your fucking eyes for lying to me. And make no mistake, Lucas, our trust is gone.” His jaw clicks as he moves, his hands sit clasped in front of him. “Or second…” I sit waiting silently. “You cut off all contact with her, and you never to see her again.”
“Chanel,” I reply, and he nods.
“That could be a fate worse than death. If it were me, I would choose death. No way you could keep me from Sailor.”
“Chanel was simply a warm body.”
“If that’s all you have to say, you believe what you want.” His brows raise. “Which is it?”
“I will no longer see Chanel.”
He nods and stands, pushing his chair back. “Good. Now, get the fuck out of my office before I do shoot you for pissing me off.”
I get up from my chair then head to the door.
“Lucas.” I turn back to him. “No fucking contact. None. I mean it.”
“She knows where I work,” I tell him.
“No. Contact. Lucas. Do I make myself fucking clear?”
I nod, not much else I can do before walking out, shutting the door behind me.
As I head down the stairs, Sailor is waiting for me.
“I really didn’t want to fire Chanel.” I know this already. “She’s good, Lucas. You know that, right?” I do. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad he didn’t kill you.”
“He should have killed you,” Piper states from her spot in the sitting room where she sits with Joey. Joey looks my way, then back to the television. He’s the most obedient when it comes to Keir. Not just because they’re brothers, but because he trusts in absolutely everything he does. I do too but in different ways.
“But I guess now it’s time for you to suffer. This way, it will be a long sufferance. Much deserved, I’d say.” Piper laughs.
“Do you think he would notice if you went missing?” I ask Piper.
“You aren’t his favorite anymore, Lucas.” Piper laughs again.