our lives is on the line. We proved our loyalty, and now I guess it’s being put to the test again.
The rest of the morning is spent talking about how we are all going to handle this. Lincoln and Colt hatch out a plan to get their hands on anything related to The Society, leaving Easton and me to handle the commands they throw our way. Like good little soldiers, we wait on orders from their general, which is fine by me. I’d rather be doing something on the front lines than stuck in some dusty old library reading shit that will make my head spin.
I’m just not sure what that will be, though. I don’t do well with surprises, so I’d rather know what to expect than be taken off-guard.
When I finally get home a few hours later and see a black envelope with my name on it sitting on top of the lobby desk, I realize that The Society is as impatient as I am to get this show on the road. And lucky me, I’m the first one they decided to set their sights on.
Fuck them.
They want to play? That’s fine with me.
I’m used to playing dirty anyway.
Chapter 3
Finn
I fiddle with the envelope in my hand, while Easton drives us to God knows where. The minute I saw the fucking thing in the foyer, amongst the forgotten junk mail, I immediately grabbed it and called Easton, ordering him to haul his ass over to my house.
I have no idea when the letter arrived, but I’m hoping that no one in my family saw it before I got my hands on the deplorable thing. Thankfully, my mother has been consumed with my baby nephews and nieces that she pays little mind to anything else, much less mail. And unless the letter comes from Chapel Hill, my father isn’t interested in it either.
Still, it was careless of The Society to send the correspondence to my house. For all I know, my own black, sealed envelope could have come on the same day Lincoln received his.
With the numerous people passing by in our foyer, someone might have gotten curious enough to see what it contained. It was reckless of our blackmailers to do such a thing.
I get them sending it to Lincoln’s house since his place is basically an empty mausoleum. But my house? It’s always full of people.
My two older brothers live close by with their respective families and come over for almost every meal, bringing their wives and small children in tow. This makes my house a revolving door of hectic activity, filled with grubby little hands and siblings who are always in each other’s business.
I mean, who sends letters nowadays when an email will suffice? I guess fucking secret societies prefer to do their dirty work the old-fashioned way. It does make it harder to track down who the assholes are, that’s for sure. And even though there is a risk involved in them contacting me this way, the actual danger falls solely on my shoulders—meaning I’m the one who will need to be on the lookout twenty-four-seven, since I’m the one with everything to lose, not them.
Once Easton got to my place and took his sweet time reading the unwelcomed letter, he called up some people, and in a matter of minutes, he knew everything there was to know about Stone Bennett. I have to admit that I’ve never heard the name before in my life. But Easton has a lot of shady friends with even shadier acquaintances, who were all too willing to give us details about the girl.
The first thing we learned is that she’s a Southie, and knowing my target is some girl who lives in the wrong part of town, didn’t settle my anxiety any. With a name like Stone, who knows what I’ll be facing. Most likely, it’s some junkie or thief that got her hands on the wrong asshole’s wallet, and now they want me to teach her a lesson.
When Easton told me to be ready to go on a little outing tonight, I never thought for once that he’d bring me to such a hole in the wall. I don’t know why I’m surprised, though. I should have expected as much.
The minute he parks his truck, and I see exactly where we are, I have half a mind to tell him to turn around and take our asses back home. How am I ever going to befriend some chick