Page 31 of We The Depraved
Yes. Every single last meeting.
I’m on it, sir.
If anything to serious comes up, Damien will figure it out. This needs my attention first. I need Sage dried out and sober. Hell, she needs this. At the rate she’s going, she’s going to get behind the wheel and kill someone.
I unlock the doors of the Range and Gio deposits his boss. Through the windshield, I see Sage’s head slump to the side.
“What are you planning to do with her?”
I smirk at him. “You ask a lot of questions boy.”
He scrubs his hands over his face and I see he’s turning red as a tomato. Before I know it, Gio is slamming his hands down on the shiny black hood of my car. “Will you hurt her?”
“There’s a gun in the glove compartment of my car,” I tell him as I open my car door to get in. “Touch my car again and Sage will be the least of your worries.”
Backing away from The Crescent, Gio and I lock eyes until he’s in my rearview mirror. He watches us drive out of sight and I know he’s confused as hell. Sage’s phone has started to vibrate in my pocket and I take it out to see it’s Silver.
I’ll allow Sage to call her later.
Glancing over into the passenger seat, Sage’s snores fill my ears. She will hate me for what I have in store for her. I won’t let her go. She’ll fight. She’ll cry. She may even try to kill me but I won’t let her go.
The thoughts get pushed to the side as I concentrate on traffic. It’s a Sunday but there’s a ton of traffic getting to the ranch I own.
Rarely do I come here, I prefer the mansion. It’s where I feel most at home but The Siniy offers a person perspective when needed. We can be secluded here. I press the button for the gate on the sun visor and the wrought iron gates swing open. I pull the Range forward until we are in the circle driveway. Sage awakens when my car door opens and she looks around wildly as the door opens.
“Where the fuck am I?”
“Houston,” I reply.
She sneers. “You know what I mean.”
“Relax, I brought you here to get some rest.”
She stumbles out of the car and her legs come from under her. Without a second thought this time, I pick her up and carry her into the house. Sage at first, acts as if she might fight me. I don’t allow her much time to react. She relaxes against me but only until the door is closed behind us.
“I don’t need rest,” she tells me once she’s on her feet looking around.
Her fingers dance over some of the decorations that cost a fortune. There’s a real Georgia O’Keefe painting around here somewhere.
“You need something,” I tell her, and I sit on the couch.
She’s across the room.
“What I need is to find salvation at the bottom of a bottle,” she murmurs.
“You need saving?”
She scoffs at me. “You’ve taken the club. That was my happy place.”
I laugh. “I don’t really think you’ve ever been happy a day in your life, Kitten.”
“Once,” she starts looking around even more.
Her movements are frantic; there’s a touch of desperation. She’s looking for more liquor. I keep most of the alcohol in the cellar. I don’t plan on telling her that.
Deciding, I’ll let her keep looking I head off into the kitchen. If the club was her happy place, mine is the kitchen.
Opening the freezer, I find a package of frozen ground beef. A mental note attaches itself to my brain to get some groceries out here. I decide to make some chili but the meat will need time to defrost.
