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"What? Why?" Mykie asked.
"I've heard about a few plans for Vultures being at the service. They were Earl's business partners, so they do have a small right to be at the wake."
"That’s cruel," Mykie murmured as she sat down in the booth where Caspar was sitting. She slid in to allow Ryker to sit down beside her. "His murderer could be sitting in the chairs beside his family, and they'd be none the wiser."
"A large portion of the family believes you're the one who did it. I won’t be able to stop anyone from saying or doing something, if they realize who you are. As it is, Madeleine is going to want to skin me alive for bringing you," Ryker said. He leaned his right arm back against the top of the booth behind Mykie's head.
“If I do this, you’re going to introduce me to those business partners at the funeral. I have questions for them about what they knew about my parents. Something isn’t adding up.”
“This is what it all comes down to with you? You’ve been fighting with the Vultures for so long, and they’ve been attacking you personally and your response is… questions?”
“This is only the beginning, Ryker. I feel like I’m only missing one, final piece of something, and then I’ll finally understand what is going on. The information I need is the last thing I need before I can really begin my retaliation on the Vultures.”
Ryker seemed to hesitate, but he finally sighed after a moment. “Fine, deal. As long as you don’t let a fight break out, I will introduce you to them under the pretense that I’m allowing them to get closer to you, not the other way around.”
She looked up at him to thank him, but Ryker wasn't focused on her. Instead, his lips were lifted into a smirk and his eyes bore into Caspar on the other side of the table. She was tempted to elbow him in the side to make him stop.
"I have to know this before we proceed. The Vultures have mentioned you quite a lot when it comes to taunting Mykie. I don't see why, other than that every time there’s trouble with the Vultures, it seems that you’ve been there. Will you be a liability to her in the future? Will you have her back, if something ever goes wrong?"
"Ryker," she hissed.
"I won't do anything to risk her. If you trust her, then you need to at least be civil with me," Caspar stated, a smug look on his face.
"Hmm? I don't know where you got that idea," Ryker said.
"It's one of the rules. If anyone dates her, we need to get along with the other guy or guys," Caspar announced.
“Oh, so you’re ‘dating’, now?” Ryker's smile seemed to be frozen on his face as he turned to look at Mykie. "He doesn't seem good at keeping secrets. Only a little push, and he’ll spill the beans on anything."
"Stop taunting him," she said, tapping him in the stomach with the back of her hand. “You’re being ridiculous.”
"So, how many guys are you prepared to recruit into your little circle of love, again? From the sounds of it, you're more wolf than snake, collecting a pack of your own," Ryker muttered.
"Does it matter to you? Last time I checked, you said you didn't care how many boys I had. Something about snakes needing a few rats or mice to keep them occupied," she said with a sweet, innocent smile. "Are you going back on your word?"
"No. I would never," he said quietly. "As long as you stick to mice, I have nothing to worry about."
“Some of them are snakes in their own right.”
Ryker dipped his head and captured her lips in a sweet, possessive kiss. She had a feeling that it was partly for Caspar's benefit. If it wasn't for the fact that they hadn't seen each other in a little while, she would have pushed him back and reprimanded him about playing nice.
Someone cleared their throat and Mykie pulled back from Ryker reluctantly. She looked over at Caspar, but he was looking elsewhere. Mykie realized that it was another person that approached their table that interrupted them. The boy was probably no older than Noah or Corbus, and he appeared to be afraid by the way he was looking anywhere but at her face. In his hands was a folder with some stapled papers held on top of them.
"Um, sorry. Chance isn't here, and I didn’t know what to do, but I needed to give him my report." His words were rushed, and Mykie had to take a moment to think before she could make out what he said.
Mykie looked around. She would have rather done this downstairs in the Pit, but Pearl’s had mostly cleared out beside a few stragglers. Any regular customers would just assume it was business about Pearl’s, as many had noticed that she was running the business now.
"I'll make sure it gets to him." Mykie held her hand out and the boy handed her the folder. She set it down on the table in front of her and waited for the boy to walk away. When he didn't immediately start to move, she flipped it open and began to read the cover page. It was a mission that she thought of herself. His job was to intercept a rented moving truck that contained a new sort of high-priced drug. Chance and she had some suspicions that they were being bought and sold by the Vultures, which was where they were getting their cash lately. This would be the first step they would take to taking the Vultures out, little by little.
Not that the boy knew what was in the crates he transported and delivered.
She knew it would make him sweat a little while he waited for her to finish, but she knew what he still had in his hand. If he wanted to go through with it, he needed to keep his head up and stay confident.
She skimmed through the job statement and the overview the boy wrote up after it was done. Once she was done, she looked back up at the awaiting boy and closed the file. "Was there something else?"
He seemed to glance at the two boys next to her then and she smiled. At least he thought before he spoke.
“They’re in the know.”
