Page 8 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

Not the police officer that came to calm me down.

Not even the police detective that decided to be nice and listen to what I had to say.

Why? Because I’d established a reputation for myself over the years as being ‘extra.’ Or, what my brother liked to accuse me of, an over-reacter. The few times that I’d gotten the police to listen to me about my brother, were the few times that my brother then turned things around on me and shared that I was ‘sick.’

I wasn’t sick.

He was.

Yet, nobody thought that.

Everyone knew my name.

Everyone knew my MO—modus operandi—my usual way. As in, they knew that I complained, they knew that I ‘made things up.’ And they knew that I was one to always make a big deal out of nothing.

I guess calling the police on your brother hundreds of times over the course of your young life would do that for you and your reputation.

But this time… I had to convince them.

“Listen to me,” I pleaded. “He’s going to hurt someone else. Some guy.”

The cop looked at me like I was nuts.

“Honey,” he said soothingly. “Go home.”

I wouldn’t.

I wouldn’t until someone listened to me.

At least, that’d been my plan.

Except suddenly, my brother was there to take me home.

And that scared the absolute crap out of me.

I looked out the windows of the police station and saw my brother pull up in his expensive vehicle. A vehicle I had no clue how he could afford, yet he did.

He stepped out in his polished shoes, and his impeccable suit, looking like a million dollars.

And I realized that nobody would believe me.

I’d have to show them instead.

• • •

“Mimi,” I said softly. “I know you don’t know me all that well. But you remember when we were talking about our worst fears over dinner the other night?”

She looked rough.

As in, she looked like she’d had her heart ripped out of her chest.

“Yeah,” she squeaked. “And it’s come true. He’s missing. Something happened to him. There was a car accident. They found his car, but they can’t find him.”

I closed my eyes and realized that I was too late.

My brother had already made his move.

CHAPTER 3

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