The Heirs: The Silver Knight

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Aleks

I realize that the Full Moon parties are part of the Black Wolves...culture. I've endured them over the years. I've never liked parties. But people's lips grow loose when they're drunk and happy. And in that sense, I know I have to play the game.

The mornings after are always the most annoying though.

Everyone is always hungover. Usually Josh, who is supposed to be my second in command. He and Zane are still working on getting a hold of the autopsy report on Rory Farrell. But they're both distracted as fuck. My brother with Tate Yenin and Josh with Ariana Donnelly.

These Donnellys are going to be the end of me, I swear to God.

"And how was your night?" Zane asks me as I fill my coffee cup at the kitchen counter.

"Fine."

"Did you partake in any flavors?" Owen asks, wiggling his brows as he dumps a pile of sugary cereal into a bowl.

"No."

I never do. It's my job to make sure things stay safe and that my guys don't get themselves in the shit.

Do I indulge in occasional recreational drug use? Sure. Do I indulge in women and sex? Sure.

But it's not a necessity for me. There's too much to worry about right now to be dulling my senses with that shit.

"I saw Kat all over you," Zane smirks at me.

I try to fight the urge to roll my eyes. Kat's gorgeous and she knows it. She and Zane were fuck buddies, and I know she's hooked up with several Wolves, including Leo. I have no interest in Kat, which is what I gently told her last night before she stormed off, still looking as determined as ever.

"Bro. I'm not trying to be this way...but I think you really need a good fuck. Like, I say this with love. You're too high-strung right now," Zane goes on.

"Sex doesn't fix problems. It dulls them."

Zane rolls his head back, rolling his eyes to the heavens.

My brother has always had a penchant for drama.

It would be easy to fuck Kat, or any girl I wanted for that matter. I'm not saying it to be cocky, but it's true. There's a certain level of appeal that comes with being in my position – president of the Wolves, future Pakhan of Moscow...

I learned from my mistakes with Anya.

Never again. At least not any time soon.

There's enough to worry about.

"We have to start seriously tracking where to get our hands on this autopsy report," I say, changing the subject. Josh groans from where he's sitting at the kitchen counter, head in his hands, rubbing his temples.

I give him and then Zane a meaningful look.

"We're on it," Zane assures me.

"Are you?" I ask. "Because you're both distracted as fuck."

"Some of us can balance personal lives and business," Zane smirks at me.

I don't have time for this. I take my coffee to the office and make some calls.