All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,92
swipe card in case I need one to get out of here.
“You had better be calling to tell me your boss changed his mind or there’s about to be a whole new fucking war in the Bay. Where the fuck is she?”
I chuckle under my breath at him, tugging on the zip tie one last time to make sure it’s tight. “It’s me. I need a pick up, Luca is a little tied up.”
There’s a pause and then Illi roars with laughter down the line, so loud I have to move the phone away from my ear so he doesn’t blow out my ear drum. “Ah, Queenie, you never stop surprising me. I’m already at the door, am I breaking it down or can you walk out?”
I keep the phone at my ear while I strip out of the jacket I’m wearing and I pull one of my white blazers on, grabbing my ghost gun and slipping it into my purse. Luca starts grunting on the ground as he tries to free his hands and I smirk down at his struggling back.
It’s good to be on the other side of the equation.
“If any of Atticus’ other men try to stop me, I’ll shoot them dead.”
Illi grunts. “Keep me on the line, kid. I’ll come fucking running the second I hear a bullet leave the chamber.”
I slip my heels back on and then walk out of the room with my head held high and a smirk on my face. I also have a gun in my hand and I’m not at all the naive girl they think of me.
I don’t aim it at any of the men keeping guard in the halls.
No, I press the barrel to my own temple and then I watch them all sweat like a whore in church over it. Not a single one of them approaches me, all of them vaguely terrified that I’ll accidentally pull the trigger like some inept little girl.
I’m tempted to tell Illi to come in here and gut them all for the insult.
When I reach the door there’s a maid standing there in her pristine black uniform with a phone in her hand. When I approach she switches it to speakerphone.
“Avery, do not walk out that door,” Atticus snarls down the line, none of his usual cold calm to be heard.
I tilt my head at the woman, ignoring the sounds of Luca being freed from upstairs and raging his way down the flights of stairs. Instead, I point the gun at the woman’s head and smirk.
“Like I give a fuck about the help. Move or die, the choice is yours.”
Unlike every last one of the bodyguards, this woman judges my seething rage correctly and knows I won’t just pull the trigger.
I’ll do it with glee.
She side steps and I swipe Luca’s card to open the door. He yells out my name but the moment it swings open Illi appears in the doorframe and the air gets sucked out of the entire foyer at the rage in him.
I hang up and throw Luca’s phone onto the ground, slipping the gun back into my purse with the safety on as Illi crushes the phone under his boot.
“You okay, Queenie? I’m under strict orders from the kid to go full bloodshed and gore on this place if you have so much as a scratch but I didn’t need her permission to do it, I’m fucking itching for it.”
I glance over my shoulder at Luca and let all emotion drain out of me until I’m my usual cold shell. “I’m fine. We’re late for a meeting, Illi.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
The meeting is being held at the Unseen MC clubhouse and the drive there isn’t so long that Illi and I can discuss absolutely everything that has occurred since we last saw each other, the debrief we really need, but I do manage to tell him about that bitch Amanda Donnelley and her sexual deviancy… because of course you’d have to be fucked up to bed Senior.
My mother was naive and compliant to the match her parents picked out for her, obedient and loyal to a fault.
Amanda doesn’t have that excuse.
“I’ll kill the bitch, just tell me where she spends her days and I’ll carve her the fuck up.”
I smirk at him, totally on board for her getting the most blood-soaked and violent death, and murmur, “The moment I know that information, it’s yours. I have to give it to her, she’s very skilled at staying off of