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Chapter Eighteen
Baxter
Stepping off the curb at the airport, I wait for my driver to open the door. As much as I dread my next stop, it needs to be done. Camilla called again before I left and made it clear that she will be actively getting to know her granddaughter but that doesn’t sit well with me. She lived so close to Amelie her whole life, but never bothered with her? It’s only now that she is joining The Order that Camilla wants her around.
How she even knows that Amelie passed initiation or even ran in the contest...well, it means there is a mole among us. I may have worked with her to keep Amelie safe, but I would never open my mouth about the details of what was happening. Even I couldn’t hide from the ones they send to take you out.
I make a call to Frost and get the run down on some information I asked him to find me. He also informs me that Onyx is staying at Sawyer’s house. I don’t blame him, I wouldn’t stay with that horrid woman Monty calls a fiancée. Her and Cordelia would be in the running for biggest cunt of the year. I fucking despise them both. I can’t wait to help Amelie take revenge on Laura. One day I might even get to deal with Cordelia too.
I have to keep myself busy; a certain dark-haired beauty keeps entering my thoughts. I have never been infatuated with anyone or anything like this before. Not since...well, the two people who landed me in Knox in the first place, but those thoughts get firmly locked down. Like always.
As Amelie would say, it has thrown me for a loop. What has Raven done to me? This new pansy-ass version of Baxter Branson is pathetic. I should just off myself now. It’s all downhill from here at this point. What's next? Two point five kids, a golden lab called Buddy and a white picket fence? Kill me now.
Only, I can totally see that raven haired beauty and I making amazing babies together. And I’d make sure we had a hell of a lot of fun making them.
We pull up at Sawyer’s house and my driver lets me out.
“Take my things home, I have a friend bringing my bike.”
That’s a lie. I don’t let anyone touch my bike. Ever. I’ve used wire cutters to dismember fingers over smaller infractions. Except Amelie. She touches the damn bike. I also don’t have any friends. Except Amelie. But she’s still halfway across the world. And I don’t like that either. It’s irrelevant; I can find my own way home, I don’t want a damn driver hanging around for this.
“What are you doing here?” Onyx snaps when he opens the door in just a towel. Looking him up and down, objectively, I try to see what Amelie might see in him, but I just can’t.
“You knew I was coming, dick,” I snap back. Maybe not now, or here to the house, but that's on him for assuming otherwise. “We need to talk and now is as good a time as any.”
“Hurry your ass inside, it’s cold and my brothers will be back in an hour.”
He doesn’t wait for me or offer to hang up my coat, not that I expected him to. I shut the door and throw my coat over the armchair, along with my gloves.
Onyx reappears in a pair of sweats. “Coffee?”
“Tea, if you have it.”
He mumbles something about Sawyer but puts the kettle on and potters around the kitchen, while I sit in silence until he is done and places the steaming mug in front of me.
“So, what was so important that you thought we could have a civil conversation and not kill each other?”
“Amelie's safety,” I state.
Onyx stares at me, waiting for me to elaborate as I take a sip of my tea. It tastes like shit. He doesn’t understand tea at all but I refrain from pulling a face. Tea is an art form and Onyx is an uncouth yob.
“Camilla is up to something and I want your help finding out why.”
“Are you trying to steal my girl?” Onyx asks suddenly, acting as though I never even spoke. I laugh.
I would one hundred percent have fucked her if she had wanted it. Now we are so far into the friend zone my dick is safely tucked away in my trousers. He’s practically fucking turtling.
“No. Believe it or not, Amelie is my friend. For no ulterior motive. Shocking, I know. I didn’t believe it either at first.”
“Fine, what do you know?”
I run through everything, even admitting to working for Camilla to keep Amelie safe. Onyx agrees he would have done the same thing, so I doubt there’s a hit on my head yet.
It’s too late for Amelie to walk away now, it would disrespect the board, especially the ones backing her. So we need a solid plan to deal with this. Onyx and I discuss our options but ultimately we agree that we’re going to have to work together on this.
Amelie isn’t stupid. She would have her doubts as to why Camilla hasn’t fought harder to be in her life, but if we come out and forbid her from getting to know her grandmother, she will do everything in her power to be on Camilla’s side. I’m sure that is what the old bat wants.
I’m struggling to understand what it is that Camilla does want. She was also rejected for being a woman, and that would have hurt her pride, so she wouldn’t just be happy for Amelie. There has to be more...something we don’t know about.
Being Amelie’s blood?
Total world domination springs to mind.
