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Authors: Rachel van Dyken
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“Sharing is caring.”
“No wonder people keep trying to kill you guys off… no respect.” Sergio tilted his head at Nixon. “So, are we in agreement?”
“About the no respect?” Nixon crossed his arms.
“About me staying at the house.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I pushed out my chair and rose to my feet, my hands clenching at my side. “What the hell, Nixon!”
“Yeah.” Nixon broke eye contact with me and shook Sergio’s hand. “But the rules apply to you just as much as they apply to Tex or any single guy. Lay a hand on my sister without her permission and I cut it off.”
“You didn’t cut off Tex’s hand.” Sergio pointed out, a smug grin plastered across his shit-eating face.
“No.” I rolled my eyes. “He just shot me at point blank range. But hey, maybe you’ll get lucky and get to choose when the time comes!”
Sergio threw his head back and laughed.
I pulled up the sleeve of my shirt showing him my wound.
He stopped laughing.
Nixon crossed his arms. “We understand each other?”
Sergio whistled. “Damn Nixon, you’re a scary son of a bitch, you know that?”
“First compliment of the day.” Nixon shrugged and gave me a pointed look. “Tex, we need to talk.”
“ Dun, dun, dun .” Chase sang.
I smacked him on the back of the head and followed Nixon into his office, wishing like hell I knew what had crawled up his ass and taken root. The man never spoke to a member of the Elect away from the other members. Meaning, I was in deep shit. Fantastic.
I pasted a grin on my face and took a seat on one of the leather chairs, propping my hands behind my head, trying to look relaxed when really, I was bit worried he was going to shoot me again.
“The marriage—” Nixon licked his lips and pulled out a few sheets of paper. “—wasn’t made legal.” He handed the forged documents over to me. “On top of that it was never filed. Sergio’s already forged new documents that have been filed with the state.” His eyes flickered down to the floor. “Now that I’ve thought about things… I don’t know if it’s in Mo’s best interest to marry you regardless of what you did to her.”
The room started going black. I tried to remain calm. What exactly was he saying?
“But—” Nixon paced in front of me, his fingers tapping against his thighs as he walked back and forth across the dark wood floor. “—it’s probably in your best interest to be tied to us. Ten million,” he said with a smirk. “Tell me you didn’t laugh when you heard it.”
“My ass off.” I gave him the answer he wanted, when really I’d been more hurt than anything. “Not that it matters, they won’t get me. Nobody can touch me.”
“Just because you’re a Campisi doesn’t mean nobody can touch you. Which is why I want you guys to pretend to be married… as far as everyone knows, it’s real. The documents will be filed, protecting both of you, but in the end, it gives Mo an out once all this dies down.”
“An out?” I repeated.
Nixon pinched the bridge of his nose and licked his lips staring at the door. “Love. At least give her a chance to find someone to love… someone who won’t rip her heart out, stomp on it, then try to put it back together again. She deserves that.”
“And I can’t give her that?”
Nixon studied me. “I don’t know, can you?”
Nightmares flooded my vision… blood, death, death, and more death. And then there was Mo, the only perfect thing in my life. The only constant.
I studied Nixon right back.
He was nervous.
Upset.
Fidgety.
He never fidgeted.
And he always made eye contact, but he kept blinking and looking at the floor, then back at the door, then back at the floor. Finally, he leaned back and touched his face again.
He was freaking crumbling right in front of me.
“You’re stuck,” I said softly. “Protect me or protect Mo.”
“Right.” Nixon shuddered. “Unite you guys and…”
“You can say it.” My heart dropped to
“No wonder people keep trying to kill you guys off… no respect.” Sergio tilted his head at Nixon. “So, are we in agreement?”
“About the no respect?” Nixon crossed his arms.
“About me staying at the house.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I pushed out my chair and rose to my feet, my hands clenching at my side. “What the hell, Nixon!”
“Yeah.” Nixon broke eye contact with me and shook Sergio’s hand. “But the rules apply to you just as much as they apply to Tex or any single guy. Lay a hand on my sister without her permission and I cut it off.”
“You didn’t cut off Tex’s hand.” Sergio pointed out, a smug grin plastered across his shit-eating face.
“No.” I rolled my eyes. “He just shot me at point blank range. But hey, maybe you’ll get lucky and get to choose when the time comes!”
Sergio threw his head back and laughed.
I pulled up the sleeve of my shirt showing him my wound.
He stopped laughing.
Nixon crossed his arms. “We understand each other?”
Sergio whistled. “Damn Nixon, you’re a scary son of a bitch, you know that?”
“First compliment of the day.” Nixon shrugged and gave me a pointed look. “Tex, we need to talk.”
“ Dun, dun, dun .” Chase sang.
I smacked him on the back of the head and followed Nixon into his office, wishing like hell I knew what had crawled up his ass and taken root. The man never spoke to a member of the Elect away from the other members. Meaning, I was in deep shit. Fantastic.
I pasted a grin on my face and took a seat on one of the leather chairs, propping my hands behind my head, trying to look relaxed when really, I was bit worried he was going to shoot me again.
“The marriage—” Nixon licked his lips and pulled out a few sheets of paper. “—wasn’t made legal.” He handed the forged documents over to me. “On top of that it was never filed. Sergio’s already forged new documents that have been filed with the state.” His eyes flickered down to the floor. “Now that I’ve thought about things… I don’t know if it’s in Mo’s best interest to marry you regardless of what you did to her.”
The room started going black. I tried to remain calm. What exactly was he saying?
“But—” Nixon paced in front of me, his fingers tapping against his thighs as he walked back and forth across the dark wood floor. “—it’s probably in your best interest to be tied to us. Ten million,” he said with a smirk. “Tell me you didn’t laugh when you heard it.”
“My ass off.” I gave him the answer he wanted, when really I’d been more hurt than anything. “Not that it matters, they won’t get me. Nobody can touch me.”
“Just because you’re a Campisi doesn’t mean nobody can touch you. Which is why I want you guys to pretend to be married… as far as everyone knows, it’s real. The documents will be filed, protecting both of you, but in the end, it gives Mo an out once all this dies down.”
“An out?” I repeated.
Nixon pinched the bridge of his nose and licked his lips staring at the door. “Love. At least give her a chance to find someone to love… someone who won’t rip her heart out, stomp on it, then try to put it back together again. She deserves that.”
“And I can’t give her that?”
Nixon studied me. “I don’t know, can you?”
Nightmares flooded my vision… blood, death, death, and more death. And then there was Mo, the only perfect thing in my life. The only constant.
I studied Nixon right back.
He was nervous.
Upset.
Fidgety.
He never fidgeted.
And he always made eye contact, but he kept blinking and looking at the floor, then back at the door, then back at the floor. Finally, he leaned back and touched his face again.
He was freaking crumbling right in front of me.
“You’re stuck,” I said softly. “Protect me or protect Mo.”
“Right.” Nixon shuddered. “Unite you guys and…”
“You can say it.” My heart dropped to
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