Liv told me a story once.
It was about her childhood, how when she was nine, her father got her a pet hamster after the death of her dog, Llovera. She told me how horrified she was to wake up one morning and find her poor little hamster dead. Joey, she called it.
Liv blamed herself, believing she'd committed some type of "rodent homicide" because she forgot to feed it one evening.
My girl had a soft heart, and a kind soul.
That's why I loved her as much as I did; that, and she's fucking gorgeous.
I feared she wouldn't be able to live with what she felt she had to do.
"You sure about this, darlin'?"
Liv nods, avoiding my gaze and staring straight ahead, down the dirt road leading to Main.
To Jimmy's Lounge.
To Will.
A chuckle slipped past my lips as I shook my head and accelerated.
"More secrets, Liv," I say, "Even more."
The bodies have piled up to, as my uncle puts it, "destructive amounts".
Brant Shaw won't be the first agent to start asking questions... We'd do what we always do.
Deny. Deny. Deny.
We got lucky with Shaw, that his conscience caught up with him, and left the FBI after I told him everything.
About Paul. About Royce, Liam, and Adrian, and the Walker safe... Everything.
It should've been the end of us.
It was dark by the time we made it to the lounge; I pulled in, seeing the strip club was the only thing lit up for miles. I searched the parking lot for his truck but found nothing.
"Has he gone home?" Liv asks
It was only ten past 8. I figured Will's little prick could hold out longer than that.
"I don't know." A shrill siren fills the air. A storm was coming.
Liv jumped beside me with a gasp, "What is that?"
"It's about to storm again, Liv," I explain, putting the car into reverse, "It looks like the whole town's out of power," I point to the lit-up establishment in front of us, "Jimmy's is runnin' on a generator. He ain't here, baby."
I pulled back onto the dead road, sliding slightly on some ice; there was one more place I could think of.
"So, what now?" Liv asked me in hopelessness.
I quirked a brow at her, "I always have a plan, don't I?"
I made a sharp turn then, nearly slinging us off the road; I looked over at Liv, seeing realization dawn on her.
As far as Will was concerned, I was dead.
After a while, we were pulling past Papa's Grill, and into her grandmother's driveway, "Your grandmother's van won't look suspicious if it's spotted near Will's house," I explained, killing the engine.
The cottage ahead was dead, and I hoped it stayed that way.
This had to work.
"Do you have a key to her van?"
Liv nods, fishing her set of keys out of her pocket, holding up a silver one with a black top.
"I need to ditch Shelby," I say turning in my seat and drumming my fingers on her headrest, "We'll meet somewhere."
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Reed (Book 2, Southern Royals Saga)
Mystery / ThrillerIs it betrayal if it's something you really want? Brandon Reed knew pain from a young age. He also knew betrayal. His uncle instilled in him to never trust anyone but his own. Most importantly: Never trust a Walker. Liv Walker caught his heart at ag...
