Page 81 of Hell on Wheels

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Page 81 of Hell on Wheels

Damon and Angelo give him a subtle head shake; they don’t want him to mention Hell. But my step-brother nods anyway because we both know there are rumors about this circulating that don’t involve Hell. “I’ve heard things about specific players and groups having trouble all over the world. No one will say much because they don’t want to cause a widespread panic. However, it seems like powerful females are being attacked and no one knows why.”

Why the fuck didn’t I know this?

“That’s no bueno, man. Now I’m worried about my sisters.” Our kraken friend rubs one of his tentacles over his chin as he thinks for a moment. “Then it’s bigger than turf wars. But who the fuck would risk this kind of heat and have such a big reach?”

“We don’t know,” Archie admits. “The attacks on Rogue seem to tie to locals, but a smart mastermind would treat local talent like terror cells. They’d only know what they have to do and when, but not a single centimeter of the bigger picture.”

“You watch too many crime shows,” Reb grumbles as he flicks his tongue bar around. It’s a habit when he thinks, and it’s always been sexy. “But that doesn’t mean you’re wrong. Nor does it mean we should start anywhere but our home field advantage. Tracer, when is your brother coming?”

“I don’t knowexactly,” he admits. “My sources are good, but they’re not direct. It’s more of a… catch tidbits surveillance. His damn mage friend would figure it out if I used closer methods.”

Leaning forward, I look at him seriously. “So who might he be bringing along to this damn circus? Because I got sent a fucking dress, and I’m sure showing up dressed normally would get those people on the shitlist of every crime syndicate in the city.”

Let’s see if he picks up on my hint that he needs to warn the brother he supposedly cares about.

“Oh. Uh, well, his longtime roommate is a mage from some old money family in the South. They’ve gotten attached to a scandalous woman, a Prince, a dragon, and another rich kid. I assume they’re all coming. My dad will lose his everloving shit, by the way. He’s so damn angry with Slade for yeeting himself out of succession.”

Angelo grins at that. “As is Luca because we announced a mate he didn’t approve of or bargain for. His war chest didn’t get bigger by auctioning our dicks, which is making him and Lola furious.”

“How is dear old Mom, anyway?” Tracer smirks, and my eyes widen.

He’s not going to say?—

“Gross, man. We all know you banged their mom. She’s never pretended to be faithful to Luca unless demon players are about,” Javier says.

I realize he’s been awfully quiet, but that’s one of his traits. He’s not great with social shit unless it’s within our family. “JavierKing, that’s terrible. I don’t care if it’s true; I met the woman and I might puke.”

My disgust amuses the fuck out of our guest. He shakes his head, sighing deeply. “Look, she Stiffler’s Mom’d me in high school. I’d never even met her before that day and just thought I was a lucky shit to lose the big V to a cougar. Turns out, she hadnoidea what to do with a kraken, and it was a total mess. But I like to mess with the twins over it, just like Angelo…”

“Shut up, Tracer.” Angelo is glowering at him and it becomes clear he got revenge in some totally dude-ish and inappropriate way I don’t want to hear about.

“Oookay. Before one of us gets in trouble for shit that’s long over with, you should skedaddle.” Javier looks at the sea-shifter pointedly. “The past is the past, but now we’re all sharing info. Happy days, right?”

“If you say so, man.” Tracer winks at me and gives a little wave to the guys before walking to the steps that lead down to the beach.

Damnit, that’s how the mother fucker got in.

We’re covered on land and underground, but not by air and sea. Damon has work to do.

Control

Trace finally fucks off into the ocean and when he’s far enough out of sight, I turn to glare at my twin. “How did we miss the water, man?”

He has the grace to look chagrined. “The damn aquatics don’t have beef with Luca, and honestly? I didn’t even consider someone who can swim up and scale that damn cliff. Trace isn’t a common shifter, and most of the salt suckers couldn’t do what he can.”

“Excuses, excuses,” Rebel growls. “We need shit protecting that flank, stat.”

Rogue barks a laugh and we look at her curiously. “That was the most mixed metaphor ever, Reb. Like a quote from every dramatic TV show dude rolled into one. Flank. Stat. Excuses.”

I have to bite the inside of my cheek as she makes exaggerated ‘stern leader’ faces and puffs up her chest. She’s not wrong, but she’s baiting the bear. “Princess, this is serious.”

“Duh, Ang. I’m not stupid,” she huffs as she flops onto the lounging couch. “It’s a security hole and luckily for us, a somewhat annoying, yet kinda friendly asshole revealed it. But also, it might be how someone got the box in.”

Shit.

“I don’t think so, Sparkles. I’m not even sure Trace could swim in with that box, without it getting destroyed, and scale the wall without it getting smashed,” Damon walks over to the cliff our infinity pool backs into, frowning. He’s probably running math in his head, so I don’t respond to him.

Rogue crosses her legs, looking at the sky thoughtfully. “What if someone swam the person in with the box in some submersible, then the second person climbed up, and the other… I don’t know; threw it? Used magic? Flew it up?”




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