11. Felix
CHAPTER ELEVEN
FELIX
“So…how’s Dream?” I spun around from the monitors to see my brother, Haze, standing in the doorway. He was smoking another blunt, grinning from ear to ear. My phone buzzed, her face popping up onto the screen with her texts. “Is that her?” he asked, walking toward me.
I quickly flipped the phone over and shot him a death glare. “She’s fine.”
Haze raised a brow with that cocky smile of his. “Let’s hope she doesn’t look as bad as you.” He blew a mouthful of smoke into my face, making me cough. “You look like shit, hermano.” He seemed to be having a little too much fun poking at me.
“Don’t you have something better to do than bug me while I work?” I turned back to the monitors, returning to the coding I was working on.
Haze leaned against the desk with a heavy sigh.
“Unfortunately. Word is, Charlotte’s Web is looking for bodies to go undercover for some trafficking club associated with Northern Lights.
” He picked at his shirt. “They’re looking at sending Indi…
alone.” His jaw immediately tensed as he raised the blunt to his lips.
“But I’m not letting her out of my fucking sight.
” His face went dark and for a brief moment, I thought I was looking at our father.
I tried to shift the mood as best I could. “Where is she now?” I asked.
Haze lowered his head. “She’s spending some time with our cat, Kush.
Neither of us have really been able to be home much recently so…
she wants to make sure that little pothead gets all the attention he needs.
” His lips curled. “Fucking spoiled cat…” He sat up, pretending to be unbothered.
But I knew that just the idea of being separated from his twin was eating away at him.
“Talk to the Web. Tell them you want to work undercover as well and mention your baking skills. I’m sure they’ll find use for you somewhere.”
He scoffed. “Oh, they’ll find use for me whether they like it or not.” He offered the blunt to me, but I didn’t want any. “Suit yourself.” He took another hit. “Speaking of the Web…” He hesitated. “You should know that everyone’s talking.”
“About what?” I snapped.
Haze paused. “About you and Dream.” My body tensed. “You need to be careful, Felix. You’re one of the deadliest players in this fucked up game, but now they know your weakness, all your enemies are going to use her against you. Especially Kief.”
“I’d like to see him fucking try,” I growled. “I’ll kill him if he dares lay a finger on my woman.
And anyone else who dares to even think about her. Dream is mine, and I’ll do whatever the fuck I have to, to protect her.
Haze smiled. “There’s the green-eyed devil.” He brushed his black hair back, lost in thought for a moment. I could tell something was disrupting his focus, and the longer he sat here, the longer it was taking me to work, which meant the longer it would be until I could finally go back to Dream.
Fuck it.
I leaned back in my chair with a heavy sigh. “What is it?”
Haze turned to look at me with a serious expression. “Why does Kief hate us so much?” His green eyes met mine. “What did our father do to him?”
A coldness ran through my blood. I never expected for him to care about the past, but I guess with the way things were heading, it was only a matter of time before he asked. But still, I knew in my gut the timing wasn’t right. He wasn’t ready to hear the truth. Not yet.
“Kief’s hatred has nothing to do with us. And for now, that’s all you need to know.”
“Felix…you got to give me more than that. I—”
I turned away and returned to my coding. “Go home, Haze.” He didn’t move. “Trust me…you don’t want to know.” He went to leave when I spoke again. “Oh, and don’t forget you still owe me a new car, baby brother.”
“Fuck you, Felix.”