he’s painted a target on her back? I can’t keep up with that shit, I need some help. Whatever the cost, I’ll pay it. I’ll figure it the fuck out, just take Georgie out for me.”
I shouldn’t attempt to speak to him, not after his reaction to me being here, but I have to. “What exactly is the game Grimm has started?”
Colt stares at me and my heart clenches a little at the intensity of his eyes. There’s a little of all of the siblings staring back at me and it hits me right in the chest just how badly I miss my best friend.
“He’s told the club that the only way on the council is to be a Graves or to have one. The whole fucking club is gunning after a fifteen-year-old little girl to get a spot at that table. No doubt the second one of them manages to get her and drag her back Grimm’ll slit her fucking throat. He doesn’t like the idea of daughters. Says having pussy in the family is fucking useless.”
God.
If only that piece of shit knew.
If only he knew about the pussy in the family who walked into the Game and killed her way into the Twelve. Who became the most infamous assassin the Bay had ever seen, the fear she strikes into the hearts of any Mounty looking into the shadows at night. If only he knew about how she took on the Jackal and Senior and walked out of it alive.
I want to break something.
Illi looks as though he’s trying not to put his fist through the car window.
Colt nods. “Like I said, he’s a real piece of shit.”
I shouldn’t say a word.
I really shouldn’t, and the look Illi gives me is disapproving, but I turn in my chair and stare at Colt for a second.
“Why do you care about your sister? If you don’t know her… why pay all of this money to keep her safe?”
He frowns at me and glances over at Illi like he’s trying to figure out my angle. I don’t care, I’m asking for Lips. When I call her right after I get home, I want answers to every question she’s going to have for me.
He shrugs. “It’s not her fault that Grimm is a cunt. She got the worst mom outta the lot of us too. Chance is… Chance is fucked up but his mom fought Grimm on everything she could for him. Mine overdosed years back but she kept me fed. Posey’s mom auctioned her off for a hit. Left her behind to fend for herself when the acid dropped in her system. I’m the oldest, it’s my job to look out for the other two and I’ve done what I can but Georgie will be fucking impossible for me to take out without Grimm catching wind. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
I pull my phone out and start running through all I know about the Vice President and his whereabouts. He’s in Texas, I know this for sure because he barely leaves the compound and he certainly never goes out on jobs. “You want the Butcher to head to Texas?”
Colt nods. “Georgie doesn’t leave his crack whores there. He’s either high or balls deep at all times. Fucking useless cunt.”
Illi scowls. “Why him? Where is his death gonna help the kid if he’s not going after her?”
Colt glances between the two of us slowly and says, “Two birds, one stone. Grimm’ll call everyone home for a vote, nonnegotiable, and they’ll vote me into the Council to replace Georgie. I’ll have more of a say on what happens from there… I’ll make sure I only send halfwits anywhere close to Mississippi. Men dumb enough that they won’t make it past the Unseen to get to Posey.”
It looks as though Colt Graves won’t just live, he’ll find his own way into the family.
There’s no way that Lips won’t seek him out knowing what he’s willing to do for Poe, no way that she’d ever let him deal with his father without her support, and honestly? It’s only taken one conversation for me to feel the same way about him. He’s not only got a soul but a soft spot for Poe… I wonder what Nate would do if he knew? If he knew just how far Colt would go to protect his little sister?
“We heading to Texas, Queenie?” Illi murmurs, a smirk already over his lips.
I shake my head. “No. The Wolf will take care of