Grave (Royal Devils MC #1) - Erin Trejo Page 0,14
top of her head. Preacher gives a low whistle, but I flip him off.
“Now what happened? They told me you were dead, Greyson.”
“I was dead, Mom. He left me to die. Technically, I was dead until I got to the hospital or in the ambulance, I don’t really remember,” I admit. Tears bloom in her eyes once more, when I reach for her hand. “I’m alive. I’m not goin’ anywhere, Mom.”
“And you know it was him who shot you?” I blow out a breath, and just as I look to Preacher, Silla answers.
“He saw him. Looked him in the eyes before he left him for dead.” The growl escaping her throat surprises me a little. I didn’t expect her to get that upset but when I tighten my arm around her, she calms.
“You saw him?”
“Not the first shot. That came from behind. I turned ready to fire, but he was ready too. Fuckin’ shot me, brother. My own fuckin’ dad!” My mom tries to cover her sobs but that doesn’t work. I’m pissed. I’m beyond pissed. I’m raging mad that my own dad would do that to me.
“What are you gonna do?” Preacher asks. I pull my arm from around Silla and scoot forward on the edge of the couch.
“What do you think I’m gonna do? The original plan sticks, Preacher. Just like before. Only this time, I’m risin’ from the goddamn grave.”
Chapter Ten
Mom made dinner and then we all settled in for the night. Preacher and I stand outside smoking a cigarette in the backyard trying to be unseen in case my dad has guys watching the house. The plan for tomorrow is to get Mom out of the damn house and somewhere safe. I can’t have her on my mind when I go back in.
“You sure this is what you want to do?” Preacher looks over at me as I nod my head.
“Yeah. I’m endin’ this shit. Not right away of course, I do want to play with him a bit first.”
“Sick fucker,” Preacher mumbles with a grin.
“He changed the rules when he shot me, brother. Upped them even more when he put a hit on my mom. She hasn’t done shit to him, hasn’t even seen him in years.”
“Heard that. I can’t believe he’d do it.”
“I think it was to pull me out of hidin’.”
“You think he knew you were alive?” he asks turning to face me fully. He looks confused, which sparks my next question.
“We know he hated havin’ me around questionin’ his every move, yeah? How did he act when he thought I was dead?” Preacher scratches at the back of his neck before bringing his cigarette back to his lips.
“Not sad but not gloatin’ either. I don’t know, Grave. I just don’t fuckin’ know,” he roars into the night.
“It is what it is, brother. He went too far.”
“The girl? What’s the deal with that one?”
“Fuck if I know,” I answer, dragging my hand through my hair. “I made some shit decisions when I found her. Shit kind of escalated from there.”
“She good people?” I shrug.
“Seems to be. She’s been around a while now and I haven’t noticed anything wrong with her. She has connections that I don’t,” I admit to him.
“Which is?”
“Jordan Prescott.”
“The fuck? Drug and gun lord in Wisconsin?” I nod.
“You know him?”
“Not personally. Heard about him. The motherfucker is ruthless. From what I heard, he tricked out his wife to anyone willin’ to pay for a piece of her and then sent his daughter on her way to God knows what.”
“You know anything about the daughter?” I ask, looking over at him now. He shakes his head, takes a drag from his cigarette and blows smoke through his nose.
“Not much, honestly. No one really knows shit about her.” Nodding along with his words, I smirk at him. “What? What am I missin’?”
“That little hellion in there?” I say, nodding toward the house. “That’s his kid. He didn’t send her out on her own. He sent her out to train.”
“Train to do what?”
“Kill.” Her voice drifts through the dark, slamming right into my chest. She steps out the back door and strolls over to where we’re standing, plucking my cigarette from my hand and bringing it to her lips.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I’m a hitman,” she says casually, like she’s having a normal conversation.
“A hitman?” Preacher asks, glaring at her now.
“Yes, a hitman. You know, boom, boom, you’re dead.” I chuckle as she looks him in the eye like he’s the biggest