about me not telling you all my secrets. You’re not gonna find the last sibling and that’s a good thing. He needs to stay the fuck outta this life.”
I want to scream at him but that’s not something I do, so instead I share another look with Illi and motion at the door. “We’ll see. There are a lot of eyes on Poe now, you might find that you’ve become obsolete.”
The Boar smirks at me as he stands. “I’ve been watching out for my nephew for more than twenty years… finding the Wolf ain’t gonna change shit. The sooner you learn that the better. Forget about the other kids, they don’t need a little girl who kills in the shadows in their lives.”
He walks out, glaring at Illi as he passes him by but I stay seated, tapping my nails on the screen of my phone as I think.
I don’t want to think about what will happen if Lips is wrong about Nate. I don’t want to think about what will happen to us all if the Devil changes his tune. We’ve lived under the oppression of being hunted by serial killers before.
I’ll do anything to make sure that doesn’t happen again.
Chapter Five
We leave the warehouse in silence.
I’m busy thinking about everything and I mean, everything. The Graves kids, the new drug dealer, whether the Ox will side with the Bear if things go south, how this will affect Lips, whether I should call her and tell her this now.
Illi drives the car slow enough that I barely notice the city moving past my window, my mind engrossed on what this all means.
I can’t imagine a worse option for a sibling than the Devil himself… so why is the Boar keeping secrets? Why mention the other sibling to Lips in the first place?
Does Nate know who the other brother is?
Too many questions. Speaking to the Boar was supposed to get me answers, not a whole new set of problems and I can feel my skin itching with the frustration of it all. It’s a bit of a squeeze, but I take my blazer off just so I can breathe a little.
Illi chuckles under his breath.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “If you’ve found something funny about this cluster-fuck of a night then please share, I need something to cheer me up.”
We stop at the red light as he chuckles at me again as he side-eyes me. “I’ve never seen you do something as human as struggling to get a blazer off without taking your seatbelt off. Honestly I’m a little hurt you don’t trust my driving enough to just go without.”
I huff at him and fight the urge to fuss with the hem of my skirt. It’s harder to contain my obsessive tendencies when I’m frustrated but joking with Illi makes it a little easier. “I don’t trust anyone in our family when they’re behind the wheel of a car like this one.”
He looks at me with fake outrage. “This is an M5. It’s fucking beautiful, there’s no way you can say shit about it. What, lemme guess, you like those fucking flashy sports cars your brother drives? That’s rich kids for ya, too much money and zero fucking clue about what’s important in a car.”
A giggle bursts out of me. It’s something I’ve heard Ash and Harley argue about a million times, even Blaise chips in when he feels like stirring shit up, and it makes me feel both desolately lonely and completely at home.
I sort of want to cry.
“I’ve gotta say, it’s been a fucking minute since I’ve seen you laugh, Queenie,” he mumbles, and I shrug.
“Not a whole lot to laugh about when I’m being treated like a child by a bunch of entitled men, sitting at a table without a functioning brain cell between them.”
Illi cackles before the grin on his face dims a little. “I’m fucking pissed I didn’t know about the new dealer. I can’t afford to get sloppy. Just because D’Ardo is gone doesn’t mean shit is going to change around here. The Bay is always a melting pot of every type of bad the world has to offer. Remember that, Queenie.”
I nod and frown out of the window. “Did you ever think about leaving? I know your rates; you could have left a long time ago.”
He shrugs. “I couldn’t leave until D’Ardo was dead… and I won’t leave Lips. If she moves somewhere safer than maybe I’ll take Odie back to France