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Jericho blinks when Arrow hands him pictures from his suit jacket. His gaze whips from Arrow to the photos. Every muscle in his body turns rigid behind me, and his teeth clench tightly.
"Just as I suspected," he grunts, tossing the photos back to Arrow. "When?"
"A few nights ago," Arrow says with pride.
"And you just thought to hand them to me now?" Jericho growls with irritation.
"Well, what's the fun in showing you right away when we're about to face the man? Huh? This is perfect."
"She's in bed with the fucking enemy!" Jericho shouts, punching the chair in front of him.
"I heard some things while I lounged on that dirty burnt floor. You know, it was a lot of fun revisiting our old stomping ground. Ah, the screams they scrumt. That's a word I learned by the way," Arrow says with a manic grin, pointing in our direction. "Anywho. Being back to the warehouse where we fucked up that shipment got me all relaxed and ready for action. And then, they walked in. Her and…"
"The goddamn enemy," Jericho growls.
"Yeah, that. The enemy. Do you still have her phone?"
"Not on me," Jericho grits out, blowing out a breath to contain his anger. "It's locked in the safe with her contract."
"And what was on it?"
"Not a goddamn thing," Jericho huffs. "It's like…" He blinks a few times.
"It seems to me, we're not the only ones with AntiEyes on our phones." Arrow shrugs.
"So, our girl has ties with the enemy…" Jericho trails off, slumping in his seat.
"Exactly," Arrow says, leaning back. "It's time to fuck some answers out of our Kitten tonight."
Jericho raises a brow. "Seems like you have something cooking in your evil brain."
The smile he gets in return as we pull in front of the large church in the middle of Briar Cove sends shivers down my spine. I'm used to him by now. Used to his wicked ways and the looks he gives.
"I've got a plan." That's all he says before he shoves out of the backseat without waiting for me to park the fucking car.
‘Are you as scared as I am about whatever he's got cooking?’ I sign when the car is in the park, and we've exited the vehicle.
"Never," Jericho murmurs as we come to stand together in front of the large church built over a hundred years ago.
Arrow breaks rank when his father emerges from the large wooden church doors with a soft smile.
"Son," he says softly, pulling Arrow into a hug.
You'd never suspect someone as unhinged as Arrow is to have such a loving father he left behind. Sure, his mother is in the wind. But his dad? That man loves him with all his heart.
"Ready to watch me become a man, Pops?" he asks his father, tugging at the white robes hugging his father's body.
Father Amour smiles at him and pats his cheek. "You've been a man for some time, Arrow. But I'm proud of you nonetheless."
"Thanks, Pop," Arrow says, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. "Come on, assholes. Let’s get initiated," he says with a whoop, stepping back from his father. "Sorry about the assholes, Pops. I hope the big man upstairs doesn't mind."
Vincent chuckles, clapping him on the shoulder. "He doesn't mind, Son. He knows. He knows," he murmurs the last part, leading us into the empty church, creaking with every burst of wind. “Well, you boys know where to wait?”
“We do,” Jericho says with a sharp nod. “Good to see you, Priest.”
“And you, too. I'll see you boys on Sunday,” he says with a soft smile, eyeing us before he turns on his heel and marches toward his office.
“How's our little captive fairing?” Jericho asks, nudging Arrow with his shoe.
