The Butcher of the Bay Part II - J. Bree Page 0,56

too fucking angry.

The Boar nods slowly and sips his drink like I haven’t just threatened him.

Fuck him.

I’ll make good on my word if he tries anything.

Harbin and Roxas both meet me at the Dive for a drink afterwards.

I call the Coyote on the way there and cut him a deal for his work on the security cams in the morgue. He charges fucking ridiculous prices but I’m flush and there’s no price I wouldn’t pay. Now I don’t have a mansion to pay for I can splash out a little more on the important things… like revenge killings and blood for my girl.

I buy both of my friends’ drinks and take up in our usual booth, nodding at a few of the guys I know and like that are sitting around.

Harbin comes in like he’s hunting and Roxas ducks behind the bar to grab an entire bottle of Jack. Fuck. It’s going to be one of those sorts of nights.

“King’s crew just fucking arrived. The whole place is full of Unseen that are ready to kiss the Boar’s asshole.” Roxas says, and Harbin shoots him a look.

“King is decent. Fuck knows why he puts up with the Boar, even from lock up. You need to keep that shit locked down, man. Last thing we need is the Boar slitting our throats while we fucking sleep for treason.”

Slitting throats. Why the fuck was the Boar asking about the kid? She only left for her swanky school a few weeks ago, I don’t need him or any other member of the Twelve going looking. It’s bad enough D’Ardo won’t fucking let her go… the traitorous fuck.

I need another drink.

I tell them both what the Boar had said about the kid, and they share a look.

“He doesn’t ever talk about the other members but… at the last meeting he kept a close eye on her. I hadn’t noticed it before but I wasn’t looking before. He’s interested. Fuck knows why.” Harbin says, knocking back his glass and handing it over for Roxas to refill.

His dumbass friend, and mine, runs his fat mouth. “What the fuck is it about the kid? She’s fucking tiny, no tits or ass, and she’s what, eleven? Can’t even pass for legal, why are all these grown men panting after her?”

The sentiment is right but fuck do I hate him for talking about her like that. He sees my clenched fists and shrugs. “Even you’re under her spell, man. You might not want her but you want to protect her. She’s really fucking something.”

Harbin shrugs. “You’re just pissed she beat you. The kid is fucking good at what she does. It kinda has me watching kids a little closer now. You never fucking know when one of them is secretly a trained assassin.”

Fucking true.

“So what payment did he want?” Roxas says, his eyes on the crowd as a whole new crowd of guys walk in. All of them are patched in with the Unseen and he doesn’t look happy to see them.

I keep my voice low. “He has a private job, files from the morgue. I’m not sure why he’d want them but it’ll be a hour job to get what I want so who gives a fuck?”

Harbin shrugs. “The serial killer? He thinks he’s slick about it but we all know he’s obsessed with it.”

I pour another glass for myself, last one because my girl doesn’t like me stinking of this shit, and I shrug. “Probably knew one of the fucks who were taken out. Did you two know he has a fucking niece?”

Harbin grunts. “Not until tonight. He gets a phone call and freaks the fuck out. Won’t let anyone see her either. I think she’s deformed or some shit the way he was acting. Either that or she’s hot as fuck. Did you get an eyeful?”

I down the glass. “She was a kid. Younger than the Wolf by a few years at least. I didn’t get much of a look but unless your club is full of fucking pedophiles I don’t think he’s worried about them trying to fuck her.”

Roxas huffs. “Fuck. I was hoping I could piss him off by banging one of his kids. It would serve the old fuck right if we did.”

I don’t miss the we, not even a little.

I stand and shuffle out of the booth, jerking my head at one of the old drunks at the bar who calls out to me. I know him well enough and he’s made