Page 18 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

I moved until I was in his face.

“Why are you staring at her like that?” I urged, poking him in the sternum with a finger, pressing hard, so I know it had to hurt.

“Umm,” he squeaked when I pressed harder.

My finger hurt, so I knew his chest had to hurt worse.

“I…” He swallowed hard. “I was hired to follow her.”

That pissed me off. Which was why I punched him across the jaw seconds later.

“By who?” I asked.

But I didn’t need to know who.

I remembered Amon’s words.

You’ll pay for going against family.

I’d been in a lot of pain at the time.

My mind had been foggy, and I damn sure had other things to think about than what those words meant.

But now, seeing that man that was ordered to follow her… I remembered the words. And what they might mean.

“From now on,” I said carefully. “You need to forget she even exists.”

He looked ready to argue, but I said, “Seriously. The man just went away for insanity. He killed multiple people. When I say that he’s not of sound mind, I really fuckin’ mean it. Save yourself the trouble and keep away from her.”

He narrowed his eyes, then sighed. “It wasn’t that good of pay anyway.”

Then he left without looking back.

CHAPTER 5

When you say ‘spiritual,’ you need to be more specific. Demons are spirits, too.

-Bram to Price

BRAM

“What do you mean, the trial didn’t finish?” I asked, unaware that things had changed after I’d left.

Or, more importantly, walked home. Because Mimi left me there to find my own way back. Yet again, that was something that I was trying not to think too far into or about, because if I did, I would admit that something had changed in Mimi the day that I’d gone missing. And the subsequent days that it’d taken me to be found, and then recover.

“They think the judge had a heart attack or something,” Shine explained. “Weren’t you there?”

Goddammit. The luck that this psycho motherfucker had…

I shook my head and groaned. “I was… but I left when I heard the verdict.”

“Well, nothing’s finished yet. The judge didn’t say where and what was going to happen. They’re reconvening next week if the judge is better. I’m not sure what that means if he’s not.”

My head spun.

Goddamn, did that man just have really goddamn good luck or what?

“So Amon is free for a few more nights,” I surmised.

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