CHAPTER FIVE
– SEVRIN –
Kissing her was the worst decision I ever made, but damn if it didn’t awaken something primal inside me. I’ve never felt more alive than I do now. Over the past few decades I’ve been full throttle dealing with shit, which mainly involves the family of the woman sitting on the back of my bike.
Not so much sitting on my bike voluntarily, thanks to the warded cuffs she’s wearing. Exactly like the kiss; she didn’t have a choice. Though, she did kiss me back and was fisting my denim vest with her bound hands when I finally came to my senses and ripped my lips from hers.
It’s the damn bond intensifying with each step we take. Hell, it was why I got on my bike and ended up at the beach...exactly where Fosca was standing. Instinctively, I knew exactly where to find her. Like a damn vision, knee-deep in the sea, wind blowing through her silky looking dark brown hair.
Dammit. I need to focus. What’s going on between us is only due to the fated mate link.
It’s the chemistry in our DNA to ensure a good eternal bond, the best chance to create offspring, us being immortal and all.
There’s no love or mushy feelings involved, which is probably a good thing since I’ve been hating her, along with her family, for decades.
Fosca shifts her hands, still testing to see if she can get out of the cuffs. Those things also made it easier to keep her on the back of my bike when I shoved my upper body through her arms. She moves them again and this time her fingers graze my cock.
Yeah, I can hate the woman and still want to fuck her.
It’s basically my body following nature’s course and shit.
The only thing I need to know before I give in to the urge to get my cock wet is her intentions.
Hating the woman just for being Cassius’s sister is one thing, and can lead to her trying to screw with my head or lead me right into a trap set by that fucker.
The only reason why I’m considering to fuck and set the bond in place, allowing for our powers to evolve, is how I found her.
Knee deep in the sea, guard down, and it made me furious to see her allowing herself to be vulnerable.
Any supernatural with bad intentions could have taken her life, and with it the essence of her powers.
There are a lot of different supernatural beings, but when one turns to darkness it will spiral into an endless hunger.
They will keep killing other supernatural beings to devour their essence.
It basically means they power up for a moment, and then everything drains away. Hence the endless cycle of killing.
I’ve never encountered such an entity. The stories I’ve heard came from my parents.
It’s how every supernatural learns about their history, powers, and legacy.
I’m blessed to still have my parents, even if they moved back to Italy after my sister ran off and my other siblings were killed by Cassius.
I took the gavel and the responsibility to hunt the fucker down.
He’s been underground ever since his killing spree, and I’ve been waiting to rip his head off ever since.
Being immortal means I can wait centuries, but eventually I will get my revenge.
Having his sister on the back of my bike is a nice development and a step forward in finally ending this shit.
Parking in front of the clubhouse, I hit the kickstand and grab the cuffs to lift Fosca’s arms over my head. Dismounting first, I turn and help her off the bike. The door of the clubhouse swings open when we hit the porch, allowing us to walk right in.
“Damn, Prez, you move fast,” Holton states as he closes the door behind us.
I ignore the fucker and guide Fosca through the main room of the clubhouse.
She suddenly digs her heels in and whispers, “You. No. This is not happening.”
Throwing a glance over my shoulder I see her staring at Levan.
“Please tell me you’re not a shark shifter and didn’t bite the head off a man a few hours ago.” The way she’s glaring would have been funny, but then she adds, “I should call Detective Fellows so he can get a team in here to find the evidence of the murder you committed.”
“Me hating your cunt wouldn’t be enough, you had to kick my men in the balls as well,” I snarl and tug her in the direction of the basement.
Levan steps forward. “You don’t even know me, bitch. Why would you spit shit about things I did if I haven’t even met you before now?”
“I saw you...” she starts and I slap a hand over her mouth to shut her up.
“What is she talking about?” Levan now throws the question at me.
“Later,” I grunt and swing my head in the direction of the bar. “Karev, Triton, Shock. Basement. Now.”
I lift Fosca off her feet and pick up my pace to head down to the basement.
Thank fuck the cuffs Triton made are working, rendering her powerless.
Though, I’m sure it’s a plan with an expiration date.
Grabbing a chair near the wall of the basement, I drag it to the middle of the space and place Fosca’s ass on it.
“Keep your mouth shut,” I hiss on a whisper. “You don’t hear me complaining about looking at my own damn hands fist-fucking-deep in a dead man lying on your autopsy table, do you?”
She frowns, and keeps her voice low when she asks, “You saw through my eyes too?”
Words I was going to throw in her face are now swallowed down my throat when my VP says, “Good to see the cuffs are working. So, what’s the plan since you got her here before we even talked shit through how we’d use ’em.”
“Hey now, don’t act surprised. I told ya they’d work. I know my fucking magic,” Triton grumbles.
Triton is right, he knows his magic as a Triva descendant. It’s not just witchcraft, the man owns the night as well and can slip into the darkness to hide his presence.
Straightening, I turn to Triton. “I need you to have a look and tell me what you see.”
He rubs his neck and gives me an apologetic look. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Prez.”
I know damn well why he think it’s a bad idea, because it’s painful for the person in question if he roams inside someone’s head.
Right now I couldn’t give two fucks because one, she’s not talking, and two, I can’t risk not knowing what she’s up to, and three, we have no clue how long those cuffs will block her powers.
“Well, I think it is,” I state with determination and raise one of my eyebrows in challenge.
He mutters a curse. “Fine, Prez, but know I really dislike this idea.”
“Noted,” I grunt, and let my gaze hit Fosca’s to add with a smile, “This might hurt.”
Triton doesn’t waste another second and places his hand on each side of her head. Small flashes of red lightning bounce between his hands and her temples. Triton’s eyes glaze over with a white gleam. I’ve seen him use this ability lots of times.
Torturing to get information is something we only do just for fun, because when you have a warlock like Triton? There’s nothing a person can hide. He simply slips in and glances around in every damn corner of your mind.
Fosca whimpers and I grit my teeth. The unease in my gut is an unfamiliar feeling. She’s the damn sister of my enemy, I shouldn’t care if she’s in pain. This is a necessary precaution. I’m not the only one at risk here; all of my men are.
The red lightning between Triton’s hands and Fosca’s temples subsides. He lowers his hands, steps back and blinks a few times. His gaze lands on me and I expect him to tell me his thoughts.
Instead, he turns to Fosca and murmurs, “My apologies, ma’am. Life truly fucks ya dry, without a rubber, and a shitload of crabs. And I don’t mean the ones you find in oceans, freshwater, or on land.”
There’s a hint of a smile on her face when she gives him a small nod.
“Triton,” I rumble. “Stop chitchatting, and tell me what you saw.”
Triton bounces his gaze between Fosca and me. “You two should talk. Be open and honest. That’s all I’m gonna say.”
“What the fuck?” I growl.
Karev chuckles while Shock mutters, “Well, this should be interesting.”
I throw a glare at the two fucks who I forgot were there.
“I mean it, Prez.” Triton walks closer to me. “Fosca will be the president’s old lady and I don’t want to disrespect her. There. See? I gave you enough info, at least enough for you two to have a decent conversation.” He turns to Fosca. “Same goes for you.”
Triton signals at Karev and Shock and points at the door. All three leave and close the door behind them. I rub a hand over my face. Normally Triton will give me a full rundown of the shit he saw. I have no clue why he didn’t this time, even if he was fuckin’ polite about it.
Fosca’s voice is a mere whisper and it takes me a moment to drop my hand to stare at her while the words penetrate.
“He saw how my brother killed our whole family.” That’s what she fucking said.
All my mind comes up with is, “Why?”
She glances away. “At first we didn’t know he killed my oldest brother. See, it was an accident. A truck transporting concrete plates hit the brakes and the cargo broke free and decapitated him. It’s how Cassius stole his place to be the first in line to become your sister’s fated mate.”
She completely rips the rug out from under me with this little piece of information. If Cassius murdered his own sibling, it makes sense my sister saw the darkness taking root in his eyes. It’s the reason she left and broke the bond by getting pregnant by a human.
Not to mention, the way Fosca just described her older brother’s death? It’s the exact same way Senna died. I guess my suspicion was correct...he killed her as well.