Текст книги "Elect"

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Chapter Twenty-three Nixon

I was still reeling from my encounter with Trace and Mrs. Butterworth that morning. Damn, I’d never look at syrup the same again.

Unfortunate that Tex would probably never let me live it down, either. The bastard. I walked across campus to the Space and unlocked the door to the warehouse.

Blood was caked on Phoenix’s face from our last meeting. You’d think his expression would be less smug, but if anything it got worse. I pulled up a chair and sighed.

“So…” I popped my knuckles. “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby.”

“You ready to talk yet?”

“No.”

“Thought so.” My knees cracked as I got to my feet and slowly walked away from Phoenix. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my knife. The light from the one window caught the edge of it, making it shimmer in the otherwise dark room. “What is your life worth to you?”

“Nothing. Either way I’m dead.”

I nodded. “What if I tell you I’ll put you into hiding? I’d do it, you know. Not because I’m particularly fond of you, but because I need to know what the hell is going on and you seem to be the only one stupid enough to rat people out to save your own damn hide.”

“True.” Phoenix smirked. “But this is bigger than you, Nixon. It’s bigger than us.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I slammed the knife down onto the table.

“It’s not even about us. It’s about them; it’s about him and what he did. Shit, you don’t even know what I know. Believe me, if you did, you wouldn’t trust Chase as far as you could throw him.”

“Chase?” I shook my head. “What the hell does Chase have to do with anything?”

“He has everything to do with it. Every damn thing goes back to your family. The Abandonatos. How many people do you think… died to protect the secret? Hmm? Your father took it to his grave; your mother, bless her heart, never got a chance to tell you the truth; and now the one person who knows…”—he chuckled and winked—“won’t tell a soul.”

“How do I know what you’re saying is even true? And why the hell would someone be stupid enough to tell you?”

“I wasn’t told. I overheard.”

“From?”

“Nope,” Phoenix laughed. “Does it kill you that I know something you don’t? That your family’s dirty little laundry is going to die right along with me? Maybe that’s a good thing. We don’t want to mess with the way the family does things.”

“I’ll kill them all,” I said softly. “Every last one of your family members. I’ll kill them.”

“Do it. I dare you.”

“You shouldn’t encourage me. I’m teetering on the edge of insanity right now.”

Phoenix shrugged. “First, the Nicolosi family would find out you’ve been offing my family members. Second, it’s almost impossible to find all of them, unless you plan on hacking our accounts and seeing where we send payments in order to buy silence. You see, in our family, money talks… probably because it’s scarce.”

I grinned and stuffed the knife back in my pocket. “Thanks, Phoenix. Great doing business with you.”

His smile fell.

“I’ll send Tex over to throw a bucket of water onto your face so you can clean up a bit. Wouldn’t want any of those cuts getting infected.”

“I could die and you’d probably smile while performing my eulogy.” Phoenix spat.

I paused, my back to him as I sighed. “You’re wrong. You were one of my best friends. When my dad beat me, you told me not to cry. When I told you I wanted to kill him, you said you’d get me a gun. When Trace was taken from me, you told me she’d come back. And now? Now all I see is my ex-best friend.” I turned around and faced him. “You look like the Phoenix I grew up with, you sound like him; hell, you’ve always walked around like the world owed you something. I just don’t know how the hell we got from there to here. I never wanted this. I would have never chosen this for either of us.”

Phoenix closed his eyes, and when he opened them it was almost as if there was a chasm between us. His choices, my loyalty to Trace, our past demons—there may as well have been a lifetime of separation from the door to the chair.

“I didn’t want it. But I was given no choice. He took it from me the minute I found out the truth.”

My heartbeat picked up. “Who? Who told you?”

“I know I’m an ass.” Phoenix licked his dry lips and broke eye contact. “And I know what I did to Trace was unforgiveable. Jealousy’s a bitch and all that, but honestly, the only way I can atone for my many sins is to keep you the hell away from him, away from the truth. I’m taking it to my grave not because death sounds like a really fun idea, but because the second I tell you anything, I damn you and the rest of your family along with me. He’ll stop at nothing.”

“But—”

“Just say thank you.” Phoenix laughed bitterly. “For saving your sorry life.”

I swallowed. “That’s just the thing. It was never supposed to be at your expense.”

“Better mine than yours,” Phoenix growled. “Leave me alone, Nixon. Go home to your perfect life, your beautiful girlfriend and loads of money. Go home, and if you come back, you better be prepared to shoot me in the head.”

I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at him when I promised… “I’ll discuss it with the rest of the Elect.”

“Not good enough!” Phoenix shouted, his voice hoarse with emotion. “When we made our little club, we promised. If any of us got into deep shit, if any of us were putting someone else in danger, we’d shoot them. Do me the favor. Drown me, for all I care. But shoot me before they get the information because I don’t know if I’m strong enough, man. I don’t know if I’m selfless enough. Damn, I know I’m not selfless enough to crack even though I know I’ll still die. So, when you come back, bring your gun and some prayer beads.”

“All right.” I slammed the door before I could go back on my word.

We’d made that contract, the Elect contract, when we were teenagers. We knew the family business, saw lots of our uncles and friends die for information or die because they were rats.

We knew what happened to them when they were tortured.

One night, Phoenix had walked in. Blood caked his fifteen-year-old hands.

“I killed him.”

“What?” I grabbed some old clothes from the floor. “What do you mean, you killed him?”

“Uncle John.” Phoenix sniffled. “I killed him. Dad said it was time to break me.”

“Break you?” I repeated. “As in—”

“Time to learn the business.” Shaking, Phoenix fell to his knees in front of me, tears streaming down his pale face. “I didn’t want to hurt him, but Dad said we had to silence him for what he did.”

“What did he do?”

Phoenix shook his head. “I don’t know.” He wiped his sleeve across his nose and sniffed, “It must have been really bad, though.”

“I’m sorry, Phoenix. What can I do?” I put my arm awkwardly around his shoulders and sighed.

“What if that’s us?” he whispered. “That could be us. What if I trust the wrong person and get killed? What if I do something to piss my dad off, or worse, your dad?”

I cringed, because I’d thought of that exact same thing over and over again until I could no longer sleep at night.

“I don’t want to die that way, Nixon.”

“What do you mean—?”

“They beat him!” Phoenix’s lower lip quivered. “They beat him in front of my aunt and then… I beat him because they told me to and she…” He began to hyperventilate. “She told me it was okay. She handed me the gun and—”

“It’s okay.” I patted his shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

“It’s not like TV, Nixon. It’s not.” He began rocking back and forth. “There’s so much blood and it’s quiet, Nixon. It’s so damn quiet when someone dies. It’s just like, all of a sudden, their eyes have no life and there’s blood, and people started talking about the game last night as if someone didn’t just die.”

He looked up at me. “Promise me something…”

Tex walked into the room with Chase; both of them looked from Phoenix to me then back to Phoenix.

“Anything.” I knelt down on the ground and faced him.

“We make a pact. The four of us.” Phoenix looked up, his eyes glassy from crying. “If any of us get into deep shit, regardless of if it’s our fault or not, we do the person the favor of killing them. I don’t want to die a rat. I don’t want to die like that, Nixon.”

I glanced at Chase. He nodded once and pulled out his knife, slicing open his palm and then handing the blade to Tex.

“We promise,” I said, slicing my own hand and shaking each one of their bloody hands before wiping my own blood onto my jeans. “A quick death.”

“In the head,” Tex agreed.

“It’s done.”

Phoenix nodded and rose to his feet.

I’d made him a promise. Funny thing was, I had totally forgotten about the promise and now that Phoenix had reminded me, I knew I couldn’t go back, not on a blood oath, no matter how old I was when I made it.

I sent a quick text to Chase.

BATCAVE

He replied right away.

OMW

The only good part about my day was that I was going to see Trace again, but technically that could be defined as bad, considering I’d pushed her almost-naked form away from me this morning.

Shit, she’d looked good.

Damn.

Hell.

There weren’t enough curse words in the world to describe how irritated I was with my decision to push her into Chase’s arms. But really, what choice did I have?

I needed her alive more than I needed my next breath. Even if it meant she would never be mine. I needed her to be okay.

I went into the Elect hangout and rummaged around in the fridge for a sandwich.

Giggling interrupted my hunt. What the hell?

Whispers and then more giggling.

I shut the fridge and walked over to the spare bedroom and opened the door.

“Tex?”

Tex tumbled out of the bed, using the sheet to cover his body. I rolled my eyes and was briefly traumatized over the fact I was about to see my sister naked, when… my eyes saw blond hair, not brown.

“Son of a bitch,” I yelled and lunged for Tex. His eyes widened briefly before he backed up.

“Wait!” He put his hands up. “I can explain.”

“Make it fast.” I clenched my teeth and leaned in. “Because I’m about five seconds away from murdering you!”

“Mo knows!” Tex held up his one hand in front of himself. “We broke up! Okay?”

“So if I call her right now, and ask her if you guys are dating, she’ll say no?”

“No.” Tex cursed. “Because we decided this family had enough drama going on, without us adding to it.”

“I still don’t believe you.” I crossed my arms. “You’ve been sneaking in and kissing and—”

“Wow, you really don’t know your sister as good as you think you do.”

“I have a gun,” I pointed out. “Don’t piss me off.”

“Go away!” Tex yelled at the girl in the bed. She grabbed her clothes and scurried out of the room as fast as her bare legs could take her. Tex sat on the bed and cursed. “She’s scared shitless, man.”

“Who is?”

“Mo!” Tex yelled. “See? This is what I mean! Everyone’s so damn worried about Trace and her grandfather and Luca, but shit, Nixon! Your sister just lost her father a few months ago. You’re all she has and you aren’t making it better by acting like you’re five seconds away from losing it whenever we’re all together.”

“I don’t know what you mean—”

“Shut the hell up,” Tex snorted. “I’ve known you since we were three and were forced to play in the same sandbox. You’re freaking out over Trace and I bet you aren’t sleeping, not with Chase in the same room as she is.”

Damn him for knowing that.

“Everything’s under control,” I snapped.

“It’s not!” Tex sighed. “Shit, I’m like one day away from stealing pot from one of my dad’s men just so I can get high and pretend I don’t have something stuck up my ass.”

“Good plan.” I sat on the bed and faced him.

“Clearly, I haven’t thought it through,” Tex grumbled. “The point is, I stay with Mo every night because she has nightmares. She’s scared, Nixon. We all are. It’s not just about you and Trace. It’s about all of us. Someone’s leaking information and until we find out who betrayed whom and who’s talking… we’re all on the chopping block.”

“He’s right,” Chase said from the doorway. Trace was standing behind him, a confused look on her face.

“He’s naked.” Trace pointed at Tex as he covered himself with a sheet and cursed.

“Shit man,” Chase chuckled. “Didn’t know you’d be desperate enough to switch teams since you can’t have a girlfriend anymore.”

“Shut up,” Tex and I said in unison.

Still laughing, Chase nodded to Tex. “I take it you and Mo aren’t an item anymore?”

“Who says ‘item’?” Trace nudged him from behind and rolled her eyes. “And no, they aren’t an item, weirdo. They’re on a much-needed break.”

“Thanks,” Tex interjected. “I knew Mo would tell you.”

“I know all.” Trace sighed.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked at all the expectant faces. Even though Trace wasn’t technically part of the Elect, anything that happened with Phoenix directly affected her.

I walked to the door and shut it, cloaking all of us in silence as I ran my fingers through my hair and cursed. “Phoenix wants me to kill him.”

“Do it,” Chase snorted. “No, actually, allow me.”

“That sly son of a bitch,” Tex snorted. “He’s calling up the oath we made that night, isn’t he?”

“Yup.” I bit down on my lip ring and glanced quickly at Trace. It was impossible to read her expression, but if I was a betting man, I’d say she was pissed.

“We made that damn oath when we were fifteen.” Chase moved to stand in front of me. “No way in hell am I being that kind to him, not after what he did.”

“We”—I enunciated my words carefully—“made an oath. Regardless of age, we keep our promises. He wants us to return tomorrow. He’s going to die either way.”

“What?” Trace pushed Chase out of the way and approached me. Was it my fault that the minute she stepped within arm’s length it took every ounce of willpower I had not to pull her into my arms and kiss her senseless? Damn, I missed her touch. I missed just being by her. It was killing me slowly from the inside out. “Why would he die either way?”

“Someone has something over him,” I answered honestly. “The way he tells it, he found out some information he should have never known and because of the knowledge he has, he’ll die either way. He’s afraid that if it gets into the wrong hands it won’t end well for any of us.”

“Well, great.” Trace put her hands on her hips. “So what do we do?”

Shit. I hated bringing her into my world, into my darkness. “We do what he asks. We kill him.”

“Tomorrow,” Tex agreed. “After our afternoon classes?”

Trace sighed. “You guys talk about death like it’s a doctor’s appointment or something.”

“Death always is,” I mumbled. “An appointment, I mean. We all have our time. Sometimes it’s not up to us to schedule it, sometimes we miss it, and other times…”

“Someone carries it out for you,” Chase finished.

Our gazes met.

Shit, as if I didn’t have enough stress in my life, he was looking almost… happy. There would be only one reason he was happy. Trace.

I looked between the two of them. Trace leaned her head on Chase’s shoulder and I had to look away. If I continued to stay focused on them then I wouldn’t be helping my family. I’d be useless.

“I need to go look over the accounts again for the De Langes. I still feel like I’m missing something.” I scratched my head and bit down on my lip. “I’ll see you guys back at the house tonight.”

I walked out of the room as fast as I could.

“Nixon,” Trace called from behind me. So close.

“What’s up?” I turned around and tried to smile, tried to look happy and indifferent when really my heart was slamming so hard against my chest that I was afraid she could hear it.

“Thank you…” She swallowed.

“For what?”

“For stopping at nothing to protect me.” She laughed awkwardly and looked behind her. “But mainly, for loving me.” Her eyes welled with tears. “So damn much.”

I closed my eyes for a brief minute before opening them. Only this time I saw Chase come up behind her and wrap his arm around her shoulders.

“I have to go.” I nodded to Chase and winked at Tracey before I walked briskly out of the room. Forcing myself not to cut off Chase’s hand as my mind replayed images of it touching her soft shoulder.

Chapter Twenty-four Phoenix

Damn, I hated the silence, almost as much as I hated my own reflection. It was the eyes that did it. I knew mine looked like hers used to, like they should be full of life, but instead of light—utter darkness.

I was going to die. But at least they’d be safe; at least I wouldn’t go to Hell wishing I would have done something to redeem what happened. If I died, the secrets died with me, meaning they would never know the truth. But in the end, if I told them it would be like putting giant targets on all their backs.

Better it be me than them.

The pact we’d made so long ago suddenly seemed like the best option. I’d take a bullet in the head at the hands of my three brothers over getting beat within an inch of my life by him any day.

I just hoped they’d be good on their promise. I was banking on it; otherwise there was going to be a hell of a lot of blood and it wasn’t going to be just mine.

A cold chill wracked my body. I couldn’t huddle to gain warmth, I couldn’t move to the corner of the room to protect myself from the draft, and in that moment I realized that’s what my life was. I’d been tied to a chair of my father’s own choosing, but I’d been the one to lift my hands up in surrender. And with my surrender I gave everything, hoping to protect those I loved—and to protect myself.

I laughed—really there wasn’t anything else I could do. I was freaking freezing my ass off in that stupid room because Nixon had, most likely on purpose, left the air-conditioning on full, and all my brain did was replay memories and choices over and over again, making my stomach recoil with disgust.

I imagined Hell was a lot like what I was currently experiencing. I thought of Mil, my stepsister. When things went to shit, I knew she’d be okay. I’d sent her everything she needed to know—I’d trusted her above all else and in return she’d promised she’d stay in hiding. Damn, I was lucky the girl had balls of steel—because she was the only one in the entire freaking universe that knew the truth about me, about Nixon, about Trace’s parents—and I hoped to God in the end—once the bullet was lodged in my head—she’d find a way to save our families before it was too late.

Chapter Twenty-five Nixon

I made it as far as my Range Rover before I felt my control snap. I punched the driver’s seat five times as hard as I could with my fist… it didn’t help. I needed a baseball bat, or something; everything was so messed up and I didn’t know how much longer I could handle being around her—around them—before I blew my own cover.

“Remind me to never piss you off,” a voice said from behind me.

I turned to see a woman about my age with chestnut hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing an Eagle Elite uniform but I’d never seen her before in my life. “Can I help you?” I asked, trying my best not to sound scary.

“Depends.” She put on a pair of black sunglasses and walked over to me. She was tall for a chick, probably around five-ten.

“On?” I leaned against the SUV.

“On you, I guess.” She reached into her red leather purse and pulled out a small flash drive. “Take it.”

“Why?” I paused before taking the drive into my hand and shoving it into my pocket. “What does it have on it that I need? The answers to my final at the end of the semester?”

“Well, you’re right about part of that.” She sighed. “You’ll find some answers, but they won’t be what you expect.”

“Oh yeah, and why’s that?”

The girl sucked in a breath and then fell against me. I caught her around the waist, and my hands came into contact with blood. Lots of blood.

Mind going into overdrive, I quickly lifted her into my arms and put her in the backseat of the SUV. She’d been hit in the back, but I couldn’t tell exactly where and I wasn’t taking any chances.

I quickly dialed Uncle Tony’s number as I drove to the nearest hospital.

He answered on the first ring.

“Yes, Nixon?”

“Minor problem. Some random girl just gave me—”

“Gave you what, Nixon? I don’t have time to hear about your extracurricular activities.”

Remembering the way he’d acted earlier, I lied. “She said she had information to give me… but she was shot before she could say anything. I have her with me right now. I’m on my way to the hospital—”

“No, Nixon. We’ll take care of it.”

“She could die,” I ground out through clenched teeth. “I’m not letting one of our own take care of her. She needs a hospital, not some cousin who used to be a surgeon back when he was still able to see straight without a bottle of liquor.”

“I said”—Uncle Tony cleared his throat—“we’ll take care of it. We can’t have any loose ends. We have no idea who she is, and we cannot alert any of the cops. Gunshot wounds are basically like waving a red flag in their eyes. They’ll investigate and they’ll stop at nothing to get to us.”

“I know that,” I yelled. “Don’t you think I know that? But what if—”

“Nixon.” His irritation shone through the way he said my name, as if it was a curse word rather than an identifier. “For once in your life, just listen to someone who’s older and has more experience than you.”

“Fine,” I snapped. “I’m on my way.”

I hung up the phone and turned toward the bank. Most of the family would be there working, meaning that by now Tony would have told them what was going on and how they needed to prepare.

“Don’t,” a raspy voice said behind me. “Don’t take me to him.”

I ignored her plea. Hating myself the entire time.

“He’ll kill me.”

“You’re dead either way,” I said as softly as I could.

“I can help you.”

“You almost died just trying to help me. Correct me if I’m wrong, but if that’s the type of help you’re offering, I think I’ll pass.”

“Fine.” Her voice was getting weaker. “Just tell him I’m sorry I failed.”

“Who? Tell who?” I pulled up to a stoplight and turned around.

She smiled sadly. “Tell Phoenix I failed.”

“Phoenix? How the hell do you know Phoenix?”

“I thought you didn’t want my help.” She grimaced and reached behind her. “Thank God. I think the bullet just grazed me.”

Biting on my lip for a second, I thought of what I needed to do. Damn if the web wasn’t getting more tangled. With a curse, I pulled off to the side of the road and turned around. I pulled out my gun and pointed it at her head. “If you’re dead either way it shouldn’t matter, right? Now, you have exactly five seconds to plead your case, or I shoot you here. And I promise you, what I have planned is kinder than where I’m taking you to.”

“I know who killed Tracey’s parents.”

I pulled back my gun and stared at her. “Fine. Who killed them then?”

“Your father.”

I pointed the gun back at her head again, this time with the intention of shooting her, except she shook her head and looked almost… sorry for me. Which was weird because she was the one who was going to die.

“Not the father you’ve always known, Nixon. Your real father.”

Well, shit.

I pulled the gun back and shot her in the foot. I needed more blood in order to prove my case.

She screamed in pain and fell back against the seat. “What the hell was that for?”

“If you’re lying”—I shrugged—“you know I’ll be good on my promise to end your life. If you’re telling the truth, I officially have to lie for you and put you into hiding. Now, take off your clothes.”

“What?” She began to shake. Great; now she was going into shock.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Take off your damn clothes.” I put my gun away and held out my hands so she could hand over her clothing.

Fumbling with her shirt, she pulled it off over her head and followed suit with the rest of her clothes, until she was lying there in nothing but her bra and underwear.

“ID?” I held out my hand.

Closing her eyes she thrust her purse forward. “You really are a bastard, aren’t you?”

“Aw, people been talking about me, sweetheart?”

She shivered and then cringed. “People say you’re the devil.”

“I’m much worse.” I fumbled through her purse and pulled out her ID and nearly passed out when I read the last name. “Emiliana De Lange?”

“Pleased to meet you…”

“But that would mean…” Shit. “You’re Phoenix’s stepsister.”

“Ah yes, the redheaded stepchild the family doesn’t like to talk about. Yes, that would be me. Now can we please hurry before I pass out? I’m really close and as much as I’m enjoying being naked in your backseat, we have to go.”

“Phoenix isn’t going to like this.”

“Phoenix can go to hell. I’m saving his sorry ass!” Emiliana yelled.

With a curse, I got out of the car and grabbed the bloody clothes. I put them in the trunk with her ID and then pulled out a blanket so she could wrap herself in it.

I hopped back in the SUV and made a beeline for my house, dialing Uncle Tony on the way.

“Where the hell are you?” he yelled.

“Lake Michigan. She didn’t make it. I did what I had to do.”

“Any ID on her?”

“Nope, but she did say something about someone wanting to kill her. Any ideas?”

Tony sighed. “How am I supposed to know? This business is delicate. Did you burn the clothes?”

“On my way to do just that. She’s sinking so fast, I doubt they’ll find her. I’ll let you know if I have trouble cleaning up.”

“All right, Nixon.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone and slammed the steering wheel with the palm of my hand.

“Thanks.” Her voice was getting weaker. I really needed to pull the bullet out of her foot. Well, first things first. We had another person to hide. But first, I was going to find out what she knew. Apparently, I was a bastard. Great. Add that fun fact to my list of damning qualities.

If the father I’d hated my entire life wasn’t my real father, then that begged the question, who was? Because right now… it also meant… I wasn’t the boss.

I never had been. I’d just been allowed to play the part—why?