“The night we got you away from Skully, another MC was there, waiting to take the whole La Rosa family out. They had been hired by Victor in the event of his death hit. The MC decided to make a deal with Wicked instead, since they had suspicions that their president’s old lady’s ex had that same plan for her, and Wicked confirmed he had taken the hit. You know how we men can be.” Mikhail’s eyes darken. If he wasn’t so classically attractive, this wouldn’t be a problem. He would be hard to say no to a lot of people, but because I fuck Wicked on a daily, no one stands to him.

“Right… keep going.” I wave my hand at him.

“They came to a truce that neither of them will do it, but there’s one problem.”

I straighten my shoulders.

“It fell to my man. Now, you know who he is very well.”

Val, I whisper to myself in my head.

“And you know he doesn’t miss.”

“What the fuck are you asking of me, Mik?” I flick my cigarette onto the snow.

“I’m telling you that if Val does it, she’s a dead woman on that date. He doesn’t share compassion with civilians, you know this.” I do. Shit. “Now when this happens, you and I both know that that MC is going to start a war with Wolf Pack.”

I blow out a deep breath, resting my hands on the hood of my car. “Fuck.”

“Unless you take it instead, but you have to go through with it. I don’t know what kind of strange shit her ex had going on, but he was thorough. She will die on that day.” He hands me a black envelope.

I take it, opening it wide. “How do I know it won’t go to someone else? How do they know that I do it?”

“Blood.” He smiles widely at me.

“I can’t go to the fucking clubhouse bleeding. Wicked has the nose of a fucking sniffer dog.”

“A prick…” Mik rolls his eyes, handing me a needle. I prick my thumb and press it onto another piece of paper that Mik is holding, sliding below the thumbprint. “It’s a one-million-dollar job. A lot of people want it.”

“Well, they can’t now!” I snap, tucking the envelope into my jacket.

“Correct.” Mik’s eyes come to mine before he rounds his car and leans on his open door. “Try to make it believable. No fucking leg or arm shots.” He fires up his car and skids out of the parking lot.

“You okay?” Juno asks, opening the back seat for me as I slide inside.

“No.”

No, because I’m going to have to fulfill this hit without Wicked knowing while making it believable.

I open the envelope, reading over the date.

I’ll see you in twenty years, Meraki.

Trigger Warnings

Triggers:

Cannibalism