Page 91 of Stutter

Fuck, I need to get some pussy soon.

“My son has been your lackey on both occasions.” Mr. Anderson spits at Stephen, I’ve never seen the old man so worked up. “Wasn’t it your nephew that burnt her house to the ground with her inside?”

I’m bored of this entire thing.

As soon as the dancer’s hour is over, and we’re all set to leave, Stephen pulls me to the side. “Have you been in contact with Mikaelson?”

I nod. “He’s in Bermuda. Next project in Australia.”

His voice lowers as if the music blaring throughout Inferno isn’t loud enough. “And my half-breed?”

“New York. Where you left him.” I inform the Elder.

He nods, lips rolling inward, eyes to the side. “Pull him away from whatever job he’s working on. I need him as a Watcher.”

“Who is he watching, exactly?”

“Raven Monroe.” He sighs, taking a dip from tumbler, the amber liquid settling and he swirls it before eyeing me again. “I’ll send you more details later this week.”

I nod, and we part ways.

7 Weeks Prior…

Father: You need to come back. The entire Whitmore clan is dead except for Vivian.

Not really what I want to read while I’m eight miles out in the Indian ocean in the middle of disposing of… what was her name? It doesn’t matter. Her polaroid is in my duffle bag back at the hotel. She was a fighter. I loved that. Got me good across the temple and almost got away.

Fortunately, I was able to slash across her heels, and she slipped in her blood and fell. It was fun.

Although it makes sense now why Thadd never made it to Malaysia where I had to kill off some asshole that owed the Prescott’s too much money to simply be written off anymore.Theirbodies I left to be found like a good little Syndicate soldier. This girl? Well, I shove the rest of this girls body off the back of the boat I rented to a fisherman that was probably shadier than I was. I knew I should’ve gone with someone plumper, but Thadd likes them…petite.

I watch the black water begin to churn where I dropped her bits and pieces. Chum. I can’t even enjoy the way the great whites make the tide foamy and tinged red with whatever blood was left of… Aisyah? Amira? Again, it doesn’t matter. Because there’s only one name I can think of.

Raven.

I’m not too sure but I’m fairly certain I may have seen her signing to Elena during Tyler’s wake. I’ll have to let Stephen know.

Six Weeks Prior…

“What the fuck do you mean I’m no longer allowed here?” I stare up at the wall that is Maksim Giordano, the owner of Eden, Inferno’s sister club located in New York’s meat-packing district. It’s a high-end casino on the first floor and the second floor, which I need to get into, is like Inferno, complete with VIP rooms and girls down to fuck everywhere.

His jaw clenches as he peers down at me, a cold hard, already calculated stare. “You almost killed the last girl you had here. Go home. You are not welcome here.”

“I pay my dues just like everyone else.” I argue. Ireallyneed to fuck someone. I have a meeting in the morning, and theanxiety is killing me from the inside out. Not to mention, they placed me in the wrong room at the Tower and my sheets smell wrong.

“Your money is no longer good here, Hoover.”

“But it’s good enough at Inferno and Pandemonium?” Pandemonium being the last of the three clubs located in Chicago.

“You can’t hurt my girls at Inferno. But you’ve been revoked from both Eden and Pandemonium.”

“We’re almost family. I know you have made negotiations to marry Sabrina.”

His jaw ticks. “I’m marryingSabrina. Notyou. You and I are not family. We will never be family. I want nothing to do with a sociopath.”

“I’ll be telling the Elders about this.” I threaten. Childish, I know.

He looks bored with me now, but I can’t exactly tell. He always has the same expression on his face. Menacing as all fuck and I’d be lying if I didn’t say he scares me a bit. That’s what happens, I guess, when you’re the byproduct of the two heads of the mafia and bratva coming together to stop wars from waging. He smirks and shivers skate across my skin. “Do as you please. It will make no difference to me if you run back to your secret brotherhood like a littlebitch, Simon, because the contract has beensigned. I’m set to marry the Syndicate princess. I’ll still gain more power, and you’ll still look like apussy.”

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