Tragic Intuition: The Blue's #2

Chapter Three

Copyright by Joelle Blue ©

*TRIGGER WARNING*

Fiona

            "You gonna tell me what happened?" Drum asks after I sit with my cup of coffee.

            I sigh, exhausted from all the crying I did last night. But that's it, no more. I feel weak, vulnerable, and I fucking hate it. No more tears. 

            "I watched him fuck his employee, that's what happened," I say as emotionless as I can. Drum doesn't say anything, but when I look up, I can see he's pissed. Both of my brothers are very protective of me, as I am for them. We don't take lightly to people stabbing us in the back.

            "So, what's the plan?" He growls. I knew he'd be up for helping me get my revenge. Closure. Whatever.

            "Well, I thought I should pay his little friend a visit," I smile. This is what I need. Action. Margie doesn't know who the fuck she messed with, but I'll let her know.

            Drum nods, never much for words. My other brother Declan talks a little bit more, normally. Lately, I barely hear from him at all. He's been through so much lately, so I know that it will just be me and Drum today. "Can you get some guys to help me get all of my stuff from the house?"

            "Yeah," he replies and immediately pulls out his phone.

            "Don't tell Declan, though. He's got enough on his plate." He just nods again. "Can you also ask Foxy for information on Margie Bishop? She works as a consultant for Maze." Another nod as he taps away on his phone.

            Maze listened like the bitch he is and stayed away as I got all my things from the house. The five members Drum had along with some club ladies to come help made quick work of getting everything, including the heavy furniture. Me and some of the ladies packed while everyone else filled the moving truck. Three hours later, the truck was almost full and everything I owned was out of the house.

            "Where should we take this, Fi?" Cigs asks, looking between Drum and I when I don't answer right away. I don't know what to tell him. I put so much faith into Maze that I had no second option.

            "Just take it to my house," Drum gruffs out.

            "What did Foxy find?" I ask him after Cigs walks away.

            He hands me his phone with an email from the club's hacker and operator. It gives every little detail about her; her address, every infraction from school, all her sexual exploits which I quickly skip, but at the bottom is an interesting little tid bit. I raise my eyebrows and look to Drum, who's just nodding, his arms crossed looking like the club President he is.

            "Well, this just got interesting," I mutter. "Margie and I will be seeing you soon, brother." I hand him back his phone and head to my car.

            Fifteen minutes later, I'm parked down the street from Margie's house with a clear view of it. Her house sits on a curve, allowing me to sit back and watch without being too obvious. Her house is... nice. It's in a typical suburb, boring, identical to all the other's around it. As I wait, the world goes on around me. Kids are playing, people are walking their dogs, and here I am sitting and waiting to get my pound of flesh.

            This has happened much too often in my short life. I put my trust into someone, they betray me, then sometimes I give them what they deserve. The first was my father. What a wonderful man he is. He's an alpha, just as my brothers and myself, which gave him the ability to compel others. You'd think paired with their insane drive to protect this would be a good thing. For Declan, Drum, and even myself it is. I'm the only one of my siblings that's a human lie detector, but they can compel easier and have much better instincts than me. Obviously.