Page 10 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

“Amon,” she muttered, not looking up. “What are you doing here? I thought you were working?”

“Good thing that I decided to set up a security system to keep my investments where they belong. It alerted me the moment you came down into the tornado shelter,” he mused.

Tornado shelter.

That made sense.

“He needs medical attention,” she tried.

Amon snorted. “I’m aware.”

I was aware, too.

You didn’t have to look further than my face to know that I needed medical attention.

“Let him go,” she gritted, still not forceful enough to make him do anything more than smile.

“I can’t do that,” he disagreed immediately. “Sadly, I’m not quite finished yet. I’ll be finished this evening, though. Then you can take him.”

I tried to move, but the agony in my entire left side was just too much.

If I moved around too much, I would pass out like I’d done last time.

“You can’t do this, Amon!” the girl whispered, sounding scared out of her mind. “This is going to be very, very bad for you.”

Amon, the goddamn freak of nature, looked at his sister a little too close for my comfort.

Like he knew that if he stared at her long enough, she’d back down.

God, I fuckin’ hoped that she didn’t back down.

Though it was apparent that Amon clearly thought she would. As in, she’d done it a hundred times before to get him to stop.

“I called the police,” she whispered fiercely. “Said I knew where the missing man was.”

Amon’s back straightened. “You what?”

“I called them,” she whispered. “They’re going to be here any second.”

God, I hoped that she was telling the truth.

“You called them to our house?” Amon asked curiously. “Why would you do that? You know that this is going to mean you’re homeless.”

“I haven’t lived here since I was eighteen,” she said quietly. “I don’t care if the damn thing burns to the ground.”

Amon smiled.

It was the weirdest smile I’d ever seen.

I’d never seen a smile look so good, and so bad at the same time.

It was as if he was happy on the outside, but inside, through his eyes, I could tell that he felt literally nothing.

“Let’s see.” He flicked his fingers, and I heard a lighter’s snick as the cap popped up.

Then I heard the telltale slide of the wheel against flint, and then there was a flame lighting up the room even more.

“Just kidding.” He laughed as he closed the cap. “I think that I’ll allow them to take me in this time. I’m curious if they can ‘fix me.’”

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