Chapter 10 Hades
Hades
“Iwouldn’t have left if I wasn’t subjected to the sexual escapades of every club brother.”
My jaw hardens as I grind my teeth. Chains brought Evie for a visit today, and while I love seeing my baby sister, she’s gonna cause my hair to prematurely turn gray. Not that it’ll matter if my plans get fucked up.
“You left because you wanted to engage in sexual escapades of your own,” Chains scoffs.
“Excuse me?” I snarl, glaring at my Evie. “Who the fuck are you fucking?”
She throws her arms up in exasperation. “I’m not fucking anyone, not that it’s any of your business.”
“It is my business,” I retort. “I’m your bro—”
“If you’re not screwing Damon, then why is there birth control in your medicine cabinet?” Chains asks smugly.
Evie jumps to her feet, whirling on Chains. “You went through my shit?”
“Tallyman was worried when he saw your credit card statement. You’ve been spending the exact same amount at the local pharmacy every month. He thought maybe you were sick and didn’t tell us.”
“Then why didn’t he just ask me?” she shouts.
“Stop!” I order and focus on her. “Sit down, Evie, before Levins decides we’re getting too crazy in here.”
She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she sits. “Like he’d ever stop one of our visits. He loves me.”
It’s true, he does. Levins has had the same view of her growing up as I have.
Initially, before he was on my side, he was required to stand in the visit room to supervise, but over time, he migrated to standing outside the door.
But any time Evie is here, he makes a point of coming in and saying ‘hi’ and asking her how she’s doing.
“Not the point,” I growl. “Now, answer Chains’ question. Why do you have birth control if you’re not fucking?”
“What about him snooping through my shit?” she counters.
“I’ll address that in a minute,” I assure her.
“Fine. I have it because my periods get really bad sometimes, and the meds help regulate it.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s not exactly something I wanted to talk to any of the guys about, so I didn’t.”
“So, you’re not having sex?”
“Can we move past all the sex talk, Craig?” she whines. “It’s… embarrassing."
“Why?” I ask, genuinely curious. “You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?”
Tears fill her bright blue eyes. “I’m a virgin, okay?” Her voice is quiet, like she’s ashamed of that fact.
“No way,” Chains huffs out. “But you’re eighteen. And Damon’s been in the picture for a year now. What the fuck’s wrong with him?”
“And this is why I didn’t want to talk about this,” Evie says.
“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin, Ev,” I tell her. “Not a damn thing, okay?” She sniffles and nods, but my focus has already shifted to Chains. “And you… Keep doing what you’re doing.”
“What?!” Evie explodes, and Chains snickers.
“Look, Ev,” I begin. “All the brothers are there when I can’t be. I expect them to keep an eye on you, make sure you’re safe and happy. If that requires the occasional snooping, I’m good with it.”
“That’s it, I’m moving out,” she snaps.
“No, you’re not,” Chains says, resting a hand on her shoulder, and she jerks in reaction. He holds his hands up in surrender. “If I promise to try and do better with respecting your privacy, will you stay?”
She seems to think about it before saying, “I guess.”
“Fine. I promise.”
His wording isn’t lost on me, but it is on her. Saying he’ll try to do something is the same as Chains saying he’s not doing a damn thing.
The rest of the visit goes by too fast, and before I know it, I’m hugging Evie, and she’s wrapped around me like a spider monkey.
Ever since Dad died and Mom left, Evie hugs like it’s the last time she’ll see someone.
I’m not a fan of hugs or physical displays of affection, but with her, I soak it up like she holds every single ray of sunshine.
“Love you, munchkin,” I whisper in her ear.
“Love you, too.”
Chains leaves with her, and Levins steps into the room.
“She doesn’t know, does she?” he asks.
“About?”
“Well, about your execution date being set or about your plan. Take your pick.”
“No to both.”
“Why not?”
“Because she doesn’t need to know,” I answer honestly. “If the plan doesn’t work, I don’t want her to be disappointed. And if it does, telling her about my execution date wouldn’t matter.”
“I guess you’ll know soon enough whether or not there’s anything to tell her, huh?”
I smirk. “Yep. And I’m so goddamn ready for it, no matter what happens.”
Levins’ face falls. “Are you, though? I mean, are you really ready to be strapped to that chair if everything else fails?”
Not even a little ready.
“Bring it on.”