Page 3 of His Sacrifice

“Music would be great.”

He glanced at me in the rearview mirror and turned up the radio.

The sounds of the latest hits drifted throughout the car as we made our way to my apartment.

My thoughts drifted back to Candace and the vague orders she had given me, but the precise consequences would happen if I didn’t do what she said.

I had teased Tatum that she had landed smack dab in the middle of a mafia romance, but now it seemed I had also landed myself in one of the books on the shelves in the shop, except mine had no glimmer of romance in sight.

Just lies and betrayal were in my book, and if I messed up, I would for sure end up swimming with the fishes.

Chapter Two

Creed

“You need a better cook.” Murphy turned over the burnt muffin and scowled. “You would think with all of your money, you would have some decent food around here.”

“We’re in the office,” Leo pointed out. “I work here. If you’re unhappy with the food, you need to figure that out on your own.”

“You should have brought Bristol with you,” Apollo grunted. “Greer was mad at me yesterday because Bristol and Pie didn’t come.”

“Greer does know that Bristol works for me and isn’t just your wife’s friend, right?” Leo drawled. “If she wants to see her, then she needs to go to Wyndemere. Preferably when she’s not working on the clock.”

Apollo laughed loudly. “I love it when you talk like we have any control over the women in our lives.”

“Bristol is my employee,” Leo stressed.

“Was there a reason for you guys calling me?” Princeton echoed through the phone on Leo’s desk. “I know it may not seem like it, but I do actually have shit to do up here.”

“You wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?” I called. “You got all of Wyndemere to yourself. You should be happy as pie.”

Princeton grunted. “You seem to forget that although I have Kitty with me which does make me happy, I also have her father, Bristol and Pie, and various members of the Devil’s Knights in and out at all times of the day along with six security guys making sure Candace doesn’t pop up out of nowhere to try to take me out. Not sure how things are in Chicago, but I am not on some vacation right now.”

“Cranky,” Murphy chuckled.

“I’m kicking your ass the next time I see you, Murphy,” Princeton called.

“At least you’re able to contain your chaos to Wyndemere. I’m following Tatum all over the city.” Murphy tossed the burnt muffin back onto the tray. “I tried to convince her to take some time off, but she insists that she needs to work because Jada needs her. She was gone for a couple of weeks, and Jada did fine without her. What would be a few more days?”

“She’s not taking time off,” Leo interrupted.

Murphy tipped his head to the side. “Come again? A week ago, you were telling me I had to convince her to stop working, and now you’re telling me she has to stay working. You wanna make up your mind?”

Leo sat back on his chair and spun around to look out the large window behind his desk that overlooked Chicago.

Something was going on.

“I’m going to need you guys to give me the play-by-play of what is going on right now because all I hear is silence, but I’m sure there’s some scowling or frowning going on that I need to know about,” Princeton called. “I need something.”

Apollo leaned closer to the phone and lowered his voice. “He turned in his chair and is staring out the big ass window pensively.”

“Oh,” Princeton sighed. “That is never good.”

“What do we know about Candace?” Leo asked.

“Uh, that she’s a psychotic bitch?” I offered. “We all thought she was just your secretary for the past fifteen years, but all along, she’s been the one feeding Brandt information on us.”

“Off her fucking rocker for no reason that we know of,” Apollo added.

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