The Ruthless by J. Bree

Author:J. Bree [Bree, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 55935360
Published: 2021-03-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The warehouse is on the northern city limit in an industrial area I’ve never been before. The entire area is teeming with the Crow’s men, all of them scowling and checking people in without any of the posturing bullshit of the Jackal.

It makes for a pleasant change.

Illi parks us with the rest of the Twelve cars, between the Impala and a very new Bentley, and then we step out into the warm Bay night. It’s too quiet here. The stillness of the night seems unsettling when you know what it is that we’re here to do. Forty-eight nominees will come here tonight and only twenty-four will leave.

It’s the first big cull.

There’s two more to come and then the real fun begins.

Lucy is waiting for us at the door, leaning against the exterior wall with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, and I startle at the hungry look in Illi’s eyes until I realize he’s focused entirely on the smoke curling out of her mouth.

When I giggle at him, he gives me a dark look. “I promised Odie I’d quit before the baby gets here. It’s never been so fucking hard to be a man of my word to her.”

I shrug at him with a smile. “I’ll send you some patches, we got Morrison clean with them after his last self-destruct tour. I couldn’t stand the smell of it so Ash made him quit.”

He shakes his head at me with a chuckle, jerking his head at Lucy to follow us into the warehouse. He’s cold and aloof with her but there’s definitely the beginnings of respect there, because there’s no way he could watch her take out someone responsible for trafficking women and girls without his opinion of her changing.

She could still die tonight though, so we can’t get too attached.

As we walk in, I start assessing everything because that’s what I do. The smell of blood is already strong in the air, and I have to choke back the bile that creeps up my throat. It’s louder in here than it is outside, thanks to all the bodies, but nowhere near what I expected. There’s a reverent sort of hush over the crowd, like this is something holy to them all.

I guess it is.

Lucy is wearing clothes that I can’t imagine will help her stay alive. Skintight jeans just seem like a bad idea to me, and a leather jacket? Isn’t that going to restrict her arms if she needs to hit someone?

I mention this to Illi, and he scoffs at me. “She’s dressed like a Mounty; she’s fine. What the fuck do you think I’m wearing when I head out for the night?”

“Well, not skinny jeans for Christ’s sake! We need her to win.”

Illi shrugs and glances around. “We don’t though, not really. When it comes down to it, our skin isn’t in this game at all, pun intended. It would be different if you had’ve put yourself in.”

Shit.

I didn’t realize Aodhan had told him about that,

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