All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,62
I got Jackson to rig it up for me, nearly fucking killed me to let the little cretin in my car but I know you like to obsess over the details.”
It’s sweet and the tablet is easy enough to work. We sit in silence together as we wait for Colt to arrive and the roar of his motorcycle is impossible to miss.
Nerves flutter in my belly. Meeting this brother of Lips’ that will change things. No matter what, Lips will want to deal with him.
The door opens and then the car bounces a little as it takes on the extra weight of another person sitting there.
I glance at the screen in front of me to find Lips’ brother in the backseat.
Heir of the Chaos Demons and eyes as fiercely unsettling as the Devil himself.
Colt Graves.
“Things have changed since I was last here.” He has the same southern accent as Poe does, that rough way of speaking that’s so different to the Cali girl of my own.
He scowls at Illi as he looks me over. “Who the fuck is this?”
Illi smirks at him. “Calm the fuck down, she’s a friend. She’s good friends with my girl.”
Colt glares at the back of Illi’s head. “Which girl? The one you married or the one you sold your soul to?”
Huh.
I wasn’t sure how much of the Bay’s politics is talked about outside of California but apparently the news of the Butcher’s induction made it to Texas.
Illi shrugs. “Both, actually. We run a tight ship. Queenie here is just along for the ride today, keeping her out of trouble.”
I roll my eyes but his words work like a charm, the scowl on Colt’s face eases off until he only looks mildly irritated at my presence and no longer outright suspicious.
“So, what’s the job? I wasn’t expecting a call from you.”
The biker eyes my seat off as he scratches at the scruff on his chin. “I need someone taken out, no questions asked and no ties back to me. You think you can do that?”
Illi huffs. “I’m definitely gonna ask some questions but I can kill whoever you need. Name, identifiers, a photo, and a reason, Demon.”
Colt pulls out his phone and clicks through his photos, handing it over to Illi to look at. When I glance down at his hand, there’s a little diamond tattooed to his ring finger… that’s a sign of something. I don’t know the specifics but I make a mental note.
He huffs as he sits back in his chair, looking out over the barren desert outside the car window. “Is there an unlisted number I can send that through to? I don’t want anyone tracing this shit.”
Illi tilts the screen just a little so I can see.
It’s a Chaos Demon.
Georgie, the Vice President of his own MC, it looks like Colt Graves is trying to work his way up in his father’s club by any means necessary.
Illi shrugs and waves a hand at him. “I know who he is. Gimme the reason, you could take him out yourself on a drug run. Stray bullets happen all the time on the road.”
He stares at me for another second and then says, “He doesn’t fucking go on them and… fuck, not many people know about this. I keep it quiet for a reason.”
“I trust Queenie with my life, she’s a vault. I wouldn’t have brought her along otherwise,”Illi says with a slow nod.
Colt stares at me for a second longer but whatever the reason is that he needs Illi to do the killing for him is urgent enough that he finally takes a deep breath and says, “I have a sister.”
Illi doesn’t move a muscle.
Neither do I, but that isn’t what I’m expecting.
Colt doesn’t notice our new, statue-like states and continues. “Grimm’s a fucking cunt about her, has it in his head that she’s a risk to the club so he’s told the brothers that he’s making a game outta her.”
What the fuck?
I glance at Illi but he’s completely expressionless for now. “Are you close to this sister? Don’t want her getting hurt?”
Colt grimaces. “Fuck, she’s been outta my life more than she’s been in it but she’s only a fucking kid. Lives with the Unseen down in Mississippi, got a cop for a half-brother, and she doesn’t remember a thing about me… but I remember her. I’ve done what I can to keep my club the hell away from her… to give her a chance of getting clear of Grimm. Now that