I know Jimmy fucking Storm. He suspects everyone down to his own blood and we are more than blood to him because we share the vows and ancestry oaths that he cherishes more than religion or life.
Missing diamonds.
Missing Nephew.
Missing associate.
That’s got to hurt his ego.
‘Someone is trying to get to me,se?’ Yeah, Jimmy. They fucking are.Me.I already expected that he would search the RV, but our clothes. Didn’t see that coming. That was a bold move for the man to make, obvious and unlike Jimmy. He doesn’t show his hand until it’s the last one he has, which means the fibres that hold him are fraying. I chuckle lightly as I stride towards the door, knowing he’ll stop me soon.
Fucking ay, he’s unravelling.
I just have to hope he’s smart enough not to fuck with me tonight while I have Shoshanna with me. Smart enough. . . hesitant enough because he needs me. Needs my brothers. Needs Clay. The ghost of that name will stop him -Clay Butcher.His heir. . .
But I’ll go down fighting if I have to. If I have to, I’ll fucking kill them all and she won’t have a goddamn scratch, or I’ll burn his house to the ground, burn his name, his legacy.
Nearing the exit, I survey the room quickly to count the guards.Four. I wander casually, but my mind and body are sparking with anything but casual response. At the sound of a gun shots, I barrel around to protecther.
One thing on my mind.
One objective.
Feeling my whole body detonate, I throw myself in front of her, knocking her to the ground. Stepping over her, I plant one foot on either side of her body. I guard her, my gun now gripped tightly in my fist, pointed at the person who shot. . .Jimmy?
What the fuck?
He smiles at me.
Jimmy nods. “Offer everyone your smile, my boy.”
My brows draw in. “But what if I don’t like them?”
“Smile harder. They’ll never know what hit them.”
I shake the reverie from my head. Glancing from him to the man lying on the floor, moaning, and rocking back and forth with his calf in his arms, I feign an amiable smile.
It was one of his guards.
A flesh wound.
I lower my gun to my side.
Quickly, a smirk moves across my face. “Jimmy, you loose cannon. What’s the occasion?” I laugh, stepping from either side of Shoshanna’s trembling frame. I lean down and pull her to her feet, evading her eyes because they might crack me open, tear down my practised smile and calm facade.
Make me homicidal.
She’s scared.
I don’t need to see those beautiful amber eyes glowing with fear to know this. I feel it in every inch of muscle that I plan on using to carve any man who hurts her up.
I imagine slicing Jimmy’s neck open and pulling his tongue through the incision. For scaring her. For his bullshit lessons about smiling. For his lies. I shake the murderous thought, tucking the gun back into my pants.
He looks at me deadpan. “Do you remember when I told you to hide your vulnerabilities behind your smile?Se?You are very good at doing this.” He tsks. “But not today.”
“How much have you had to drink, old boy?” I smirk, heat moving over my whole body. Ready to fight. Ready to kill.
He puts his gun back in his harness. “Your girl–” He nods behind me, towards Shoshanna. “Doesn’t like blood? That seems odd given her occupation.”