Page 6 of Soul

“When are you going to announce Cécile’s and Etienne’s new road names? Their cuts have arrived,” Undertaker asked.

“Saturday. Spread the word, attendance is mandatory,” Warden said.

“Will do, Prez.”

Undertaker left, and Warden after him. Undertaker had touched a sensitive topic. Warden wanted everyone to find their anchor, but it wasn’t happening fast enough. Somehow, there had to be a way to speed the process up.

Soul

LIE! The word screamed at me as I felt like someone was slashing my arms with blades. The family in front of me was arguing about a necklace that had gone missing. The brother, Mr Wickes, claimed he didn’t have it, and the sister, Miss Wickes, insisted he did.

Mr Wickes was lying through his teeth.

“Enough,” I said, banging my hand on my desk and making them jump. “Trevor called me in because of your behaviour. How dare you act this way in a chapel of rest? Your mother is waiting for you to agree on burial plans, and you bicker like children,” I boomed, hoping to shame them.

“My mother was to be buried with that necklace. Yes, it’s valuable, but Daddy bought it for Mom on their first anniversary. It’s never left Mom’s neck. Only he could have stolen it,” the sister insisted.

I saw the tears in her eyes and knew she was genuine. Meanwhile, the brother’s smugness crawled over my skin. I looked Mr Wickes directly in his eyes.

“Mr Wickes, I know you have it. Don’t lie. It’s not worth it. Either you get me the necklace by the end of the day, and we bury it with your mother like she wished, or you’ll be joining her,” I threatened.

The fool went pale and then deep red and began to bluster.

“Stop! I sense lies and you’re lying through your fuckin’ teeth. Your mother doesn’t deserve you stealing from her just so you can sell it to buy your idiotic wife shit.” There was a gasp from Mrs Wickes. “I want that jewellery. If not… it’s on your head. Miss Wickes, we won’t bury your mother without it.”

The brother was sneering, and I tapped on the desk. “Don’t push me, fucker. You’ll regret it by the time I’m done with you!”

“You can’t threaten me!” he blustered.

“No? Just did. And I’ll follow through. Get me that fucking necklace and get the hell out of my chapel of rest!” I nearly yelled, and Mr Wickes jumped.

Moments later, he and the silly bitch he’d married ran out.

“He won’t bring it.”

I turned to the grieving daughter. “Oh, he will, because crossing my MC isn’t something to be taken lightly.”

“Thank you, Soul,” Miss Wickes said, grasping my hand and squeezing.

It took two hours, but I received the necklace.

???

That night.

“Mandatory attendance,” Undertaker said, talking to me as I sat at the club’s bar.

I nodded an agreement that I’d heard him.

“I love your cock,” Siren announced, stroking Wyvern’s arm.

Wyvern glanced at me, and I grimaced.

“Lie.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Siren snapped, and I rose to my feet. Before I could move, Iona was there, and Siren’s head met the bar.

“Don’t ever raise your voice to a brother again!” Iona exclaimed. Silence fell as everyone looked surprised.

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