Cold Silk

7. Charlotte

RADIO STATIC
BULLETPROOF - GODSMACK

Not how I thought my afternoon would go, but ok.

I followed Damien down the alleyway, both of us walking on silent feet. It didn't look like Damien wanted to speak so I didn't push him to.

          Instead, I took discreet pictures with my cell and sent them to my own backup. It definitely looked to be the sort of scene that Wrath would be interested in, I couldn't tell just who the woman was by looking at her. Any DNA matching would have to be done by the Guardia or maybe... Aries A.K.A. Wrath and I are not close by any means, but she's never failed me. Especially since I'd become one of the Four.

Wrath:

Got it. Location?

          I sent it. Discretion is the game here and she knew better than to ask what the fuck I was doing outside of Knight Industries territory.

Wrath:

Looks like they've got a problem on their side too. Think they're connected?

          I nearly stop in my tracks. By the way that Damien had spoken to the person who I can only assume is one of his bosses or maybe the new fake leader of the Black Wolf Gang, I can only assume that she's right.

          I continued walking after a beat, laughing silently at my phones title and mentally knowing I need to change the names in case my phone gets into the wrong hands. Why I didn't think of that before is beyond me.

War:

I can only assume at this point. No complete answers. Will contact with more details. Please do the same.

Wrath:

I will get Pride on this as well. She'll have a name and home address to you within a day. I'll send someone close for samples of DNA. Unless you can get one yourself?

I looked up from my phone to see Damien studying me from the corner of his eye. Shit.

War:

Negative.

She replied almost instantly, and to my utmost relief.

Wrath:

Sending someone now.

          I don't bother answering after that, even with the slight curl of my lips at the casual way that Wrath had inducted her sister into this. Fuck it. More eyes on it the better it will turn out. Whoever this woman was hadn't met her end in a good way.

          I'd followed Damien to the truck, and he was giving me the side eye. The one that says so much about how far his trust goes and where exactly I stand. I don't mind. Its only a matter of time before I complete my objective here.

          Arlene may be Lust now in the Seven... but I was the original.

          I hopped up into the cab after Damien held the door open for me. A far cry from the man who'd stared nearly dumbstruck as I'd waltzed up to them a few hours before, he seemed more gentlemanly and yet more aloof than ever.