15. Kade
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
KADE
T here’s not much that surprises me in this life, but Waverly’s interest in the scenes playing out in the middle of the Scarlet Lounge shocks the hell out of me.
I’m having to be a lot more careful than usual now that Emmett knows I’m hanging around, but there are several dark corners of the club that keep me out of sight.
I watch as my brother crosses the club, his eyes focused on the woman that we’re both infatuated with. Equal parts of me love and loathe watching them together. It’s a bit like looking in a mirror in some ways, while in others I’m jealous of how close he is to her soft skin.
Thoughts of how she held on to me on the back of my bike are still on replay all these hours later, and I’m already scheming how I can get her in that same position again. Hell, I’m thinking about where I can take her to fuck her on the bike. But I’ll have to get her past Emmett first, and once he gets wind of me seeing her today, my little game might be all over.
I mean, he would have to explain his evil twin, and if she asks any questions, he might have to tell her he was the one that saved her all those years ago, but it would be the righteous thing to do.
I roll my eyes at the thought. I wasn’t surprised when I found out my brother was working at a church as a pastor. He’s always had a soft heart, and even I can admit the things we saw growing up made it hard not to search for a higher power to look to for guidance. Emmett chose God. And I chose the devil.
Movement catches my attention a moment before Elias slips into the dark corner beside me, making me huff out a sigh. He’s a nosy motherfucker, but he’s always kept his word to keep my membership on the down-low. It’s not really that I don’t want Emmett knowing that I come here to watch him, but I really don’t want our father catching wind of it.
“He’s taken quite a liking to her,” he comments, and I glare over at him at his too-obvious fishing. You’d think after all those years in the SEALs and working with the Syndicate of the Legion ever since would make him more inconspicuous.
“He has,” I agree.
“And so have you.”
I sigh and turn to face him, dragging my attention from the dark-haired beauty that’s now enraptured in conversation with Emmett. “Can I do something for you, Elias?”
“Actually yes. I was curious about your services.”
“Need someone killed?” I raise a brow.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, if that were the case, I’d be more than happy to do it myself. But I want to ensure that your residence in the city is not going to cause any problems for the Syndicate or the five families.”
I nod my understanding. I probably should have seen this coming given I’ve been operating in the shadows for over a year, but I’m still hesitant to give him any information. As it is, I try to keep the hits in the city itself to a minimum so as not to step on the toes of the five families, but I know better than to deny what my father wants. Unlike my brother, I don’t have a death wish. “What would you like to know?”
“How do your clients hire you?”
“Through my father.”
“And where is he based?”
“Right now, he’s in Atlanta, but he moves around. He has a selection of clients that we do hits for more than others, and it’s difficult to get a hold of him if you’re a new client. He’s made it that way over the years to weed out those who want a hit done for a petty reason they’ll likely regret.” I’m being much more upfront than I would normally be, but perhaps that’s because I understand the man standing before me controls my access to Waverly. If he revokes my membership, I won’t be able to keep an eye on her here, and I can’t stand the idea of not being able to see her whenever I want.
“Are any of the five families a current client?”
I shake my head. “No. All the work I’ve done in the city has been private, and I ensure it is not linked to the organized crime network before I carry out the hit. The last thing I or my father want is a war with the leaders of this city.”
Elias watches me for a moment, perhaps deciding if all the information I’ve given him is truthful, but ultimately he nods. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” I tear my eyes off him and move them back to where my brother has made Waverly laugh about something. Even from clear across the club, I can hear the beautiful sound, the one that makes me believe that not all things in this world are dark and evil.
“Does she know there’s two of you?”
I don’t bother turning back to him as I shake my head.
He chuckles. “Well, this should be interesting to watch.”