Shiv Crew (Rune Alexander) by Laken Cane

Author:Laken Cane [Cane, Laken]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Laken Cane
Published: 2013-08-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

They met at the office. Rune, the twins, and Lex would ride to River Run Hall together. Jack, Z, and Raze would follow in Raze’s truck.

They were dressed up Shiv Crew style, which meant mostly black with some bright spots of color. Each of them wore a special silver shiv, ornate and beautiful, which usually hung behind glass at home for show.

Rune’s had been with her ever since she could remember—a leftover from a childhood she sometimes saw through a haze of doubt.

Raze had taken his off the first man he’d killed in battle—a relic his adversary had stolen from a witch in New Orleans.

Rune had given Z his for his last birthday. She’d searched for months for the perfect one before finding it in the small collection of an ancient Japanese gentleman.

Jack had found his on eBay, or so he’d said. She didn’t believe him, but it was his secret to keep.

The twins refused to say where they’d gotten theirs—long, gleaming blades with twisted, elaborate handles that made Rune’s mouth water. Even Lex boasted a special blade, stolen, she’d told them, from her mother. But it hadn’t belonged to Karin anyway, she’d added. Not really.

It was also not silver, which would have made the Other sick. It was a steel blade in a gorgeous, matching steel sheath. The handle and sheath both were beautifully designed with vines, heads, and moons.

Denim’s voice, wrapped in a blanket of sorrow and rage, echoed in her mind. “Karin tried to force Lex to develop a tolerance for silver. It didn’t work, but Karin enjoyed trying.”

Rune looked at them, all brushed and polished and striking, and could barely breathe. They were simply beautiful, her crew.

Stunning and dangerous.

She was so proud.

Don’t get all tender, you fucking marshmallow. She turned away from them and glanced in the hand mirror she’d taken from her desk drawer. Every strand of her black hair was in place. Glossy and flowing. She rarely had occasion to dress up and had to admit part of her was enjoying this moment.

She’d put on some makeup, and the eye shadow made her blue eyes even more vivid against her pale skin. She’d stained her lips with a little red lipstick. It matched the single red stone in the center of the black choker Lex had given her.

Over a black blouse she wore a red corset-style vest with matching laces. Soft black leather pants and knee-high black boots completed the outfit.

Her special blade went into a sheath at her back. She also pushed a small blade into her left boot and one into the sheath around her forearm.

Technically they were not working, but they never knew when trouble might pop up. They’d have their show blades, but all of them would be armed with work blades as well.

She took a breath and put the mirror down, turning to face her crew. “We’re stunning, guys. Now let’s go get this over with.”

“And remember,” Z said, “Mitch wants this to be a—”

“Sedate and dignified meeting,” they all chimed in.

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