so sincere, my hackles immediately go up. Dad would say this guy is slicker than owl shit. “That’s nice of you to offer, but I don’t think so.”
“If you change your mind…” Nero withdraws his hand from his pocket and places a heavy business card in my cold fingers. “I know life’s tough on you right now. My father spent time in prison, too. But like it or not, I’m going to be sticking around, and I’d like to think we can be friends.”
My fingers close around his business card. I have to admit, I’m intrigued. Nero says his father is a felon, and yet he’s obviously a successful guy. No one else I know has dealt with what I’ve been though – seeing Walter Hart led away in chains, having to talk to him through a glass wall in that piss-soaked room, knowing that when people look at me, they don’t see me – only my father’s crimes.
There are plenty of criminals among the elite in Emerald Beach, but my father was the only one stupid enough to get caught. Despite myself, I slip the card into the pocket of my gym bag. “What kind of work are you talking about?”
“Pretty menial stuff, if I’m honest. All the things my terrible assistant struggles with – managing a schedule, keeping appointments, keeping tabs on my various enterprises. But it would give you a behind-the-scenes look into the industry, maybe make some connections that can help you when you decide on your career.”
“Any reality TV shows about rockstar veterinarians?” I raise an eyebrow.
Nero tosses his head back and laughs deep from his belly. I find myself cracking a smile, too. The guy still makes me uneasy, but… “Exactly, son. You never know when the perfect opportunity is just around the corner. Life isn’t about what you know – it’s who you know. A bright boy like you can go a long way if you choose the right friends. But side with the wrong crowd, well…” Nero makes a slicing motion across his throat. He laughs again, his face contorting in the low light of the dimmed chandelier.
As I watch Nero climb into his car and take off into the darkness, I can’t help but feel I’d just been given a warning.
“Where’s your gear?” I jog up to Noah. He’s sitting on the bleachers, swinging his legs, with a serious Noah expression on his face. It’s freezing out – a crisp breeze blows in off the ocean only half a mile down the road. I think about Gizmo snuggled under the covers back home, and wish I was with her. And then I remember the sounds from my mother’s room down the hall and Nero giving me his ‘man of the house chat’ and I amend my wish.
Noah shrugs. “I thought we could have a little talk.”
“Fuck off.” I throw my gym bag on the ground with as much force as I can. My shoes bounce out and scatter across the grass. “I came because I thought you wanted help with track. If that’s not the case, I’m going back to bed—”
Noah stands between me and my bag, folding his arms across his broad chest. I’m struck again by how much he’s bulked up. No wonder he’s hopeless at track – he’s got no hope propelling that sheer wall of muscle forward with any kind of speed. “This is important. We need to talk about Claudia.”
“Nope. This is bullshit.” I shove Noah in the chest. He staggers back a little but doesn’t relent. He’s a fucking tank.
How did I not notice this?
Right – school and prison and civil suits and figuring out how to get out of Emerald Beach. I’m a shitty friend. Something has been going on with Noah for a while, from before Claudia showed up. I’ve been too distracted to pay attention until now, and it’s too late – he’s here on her orders. He’s lost to me, an enemy of the real Mackenzie, who I swore to protect.
Noah folds his arms, and I know I’m not getting through that wall of muscle without breaking a tooth. “What’s bullshit is Nero Lucian at your house.”
“My mom’s new boyfriend. So?”
“Dude, don’t you know that guy’s the head of one of the crime families in the Triumvirate? He’s mortal enemies with the Augusts.”
I laugh. “This is ridiculous. She’s got you chasing after here like her little lapdog to tell me this bullshit story so I come crawling back to—”