War and his Queen: A Dark Secret Society Romance by Amo Jones

Author:Amo Jones [Jones, Amo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Villainous Pen Publishing
Published: 2024-01-06T00:00:00+00:00

Something heavy and long slaps my cheek with cadence. Cotton replaces my tongue as my eyes open to opaque movements and a throbbing head.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” Stella wiggles her finger above my face, her midnight hair tied to the top of her head.

Stella has the aesthetic of a demonic goddess. Even during times when we should all look like shit. Like after fainting. “You were out even longer than I was.”

Rolling to the side, I push up from the ground with my palms. I’m still trying to brush away the fog from whatever the hell that was, when the lingering smell of ash and lavender lulls me awake.

War sits on a slab of concrete, with Mom directly beside him. The buzz of a tattoo gun draws my attention when she dips it into the same copper bowl we all drank from and brings it to his chest.

Stella squeezes my hand. “Look!” She turns her head to the side, exposing the EKC insignia on the side of her neck. Stella has no tattoos, but as per usual, she goes to the extreme. Things like slicing up a man’s face like she’s Scissorhands and getting her first tattoo on her neck. The familiar shading of a city built on top of a skull. It’s up to every generation what tattoos they decide on, but they all have to match. I don’t remember what Dad’s is since all three of them have so many tattoos they look like a walking sketchbook.

“Where are you putting yours?” We both head to where Mom is. I once heard that she worked in a tattoo shop in her younger days, after running away from Dad for the billionth time and trying to start a new life in New Zealand. Her art is a sugary glaze of destruction. It’s still only her pieces that hang on the walls of the Castle.

“I don’t know.” I turn over my shoulder to find the concrete seats that were once filled with people, now empty. Our parents are chatting amongst each other with Pop and Nanna, and it’s not until my eyes swoop back ahead of me when I notice Priest motionless on the ground.

A merciless web of protectiveness fractures my heart as my feet instinctively move toward him, but hands catch my arm.

“Leave him, Amica. He will come out when it’s time.” Dad’s tone is gentle, the kind he only uses for me and Mom.

“What happened?” What if I said something I wasn’t supposed to?

His weak smile isn’t enough to bathe my fears. “I’m sorry, Amica.”

“Sorry for what?” I ask, but his back is already turned to me as he saunters back to Mom. “Sorry for what, Dad?” Everyone falls silent.

His arm laces around my mom’s waist as he finally turns back to me. “For what may come.”

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