She shook her head in annoyance.
“I don’t care that you didn’t want Tom back. Tom was patient, sure, but he was also weak. I’m actually glad you’re smart enough not to settle for that. He got his opening, and if he wanted to win you back, he could have. Months now, he’s done dick. He’s excellent in the role he’s in. Watching you, he learned from a master, put his spin on it, things are going great. But he’s not the man for you and you figuring that out, I’m glad.”
I said nothing because there was nothing to say and because I was bracing since I didn’t know where this was going.
“That said, I’m your big sis. I was looking out for you. Leading Tom along with the promise he’d get you when he had a purpose to serve, served my purpose. It worked out. You didn’t give him what he wanted, he’s got other shit he wants, so he’s not complaining. But again, you, Liv, got something up your ass and you just gotta let it go.”
“This is you telling me how to feel, Georgie,” I pointed out.
“This is me telling you that we are out of the fire but we jumped right into the frying pan. Valenzuela is up in my shit and things are hot and going to get hotter so you need to strap in, Liv. No way I worked my ass off to get us to where we are to have some psychopath pull that rug out from under me. And you gotta be all in because, however I need you, you’re gonna need to kick in.”
Marvelous.
“You with me on that?” she asked when I said nothing.
“Is there a choice?” I asked back.
“That’s not saying ‘I’m with you,’ Liv,” she retorted.
“It’s the best I have, Georgie,” I returned.
She sighed a beleaguered sigh.
I sought patience, and as I was a practiced hand at that, found it.
“You know where Sebring is?”
At this surprise question, I made a sharp noise in the back of my throat.
“What?” I asked.
Suddenly, her eyes on me were frightening and her tone was a whisper.
And with that look and tone, as she spoke, I wondered with not a small amount of alarm if I ever really knew her.
“Babe, you do, you spill. Okay?”
I stared at her. Right in the eyes, I stared at my sister.
I suspected she had acid in her veins but I’d also hoped she had a soul.
She had no soul.
Looking right at her I saw it. For the first time I saw it.
Like our father, Georgia Shade had no soul.
“I don’t,” I told her.
“You do, he contacts you, you spill.”
“I understand where things are at with Gill, his ring is on your finger, but—”
It was her turn to interrupt me.
“This, we do not discuss. This is not up for discussion. We have a liability. We,” she bit off the last word while lifting a hand and waving it between us. “There are no words exchanged when we have a liability. When we have a liability, the crew unites while Momma takes care of the threat. You’re either a member of that crew or you’re not, Liv. And I think you get where you are if you’re not. You can bitch and complain and act superior all you want. It’s annoying but it’s you and I’ve swallowed it enough my whole life, I’m used to the taste, so I don’t give a fuck. But we got a threat, you close ranks. That’s it. No words. It happens. Now, I asked, you got that?”
She asked if I got it that, if I protected Nick, she’d mow me down to get to him.
Obviously, that was not okay.
But I got it.
“I got it,” I stated.
“So he’s not contacted you.”
“No,” I confirmed.
She stared at me, clearly assessed I was telling the truth, and nodded.
She relaxed.
I did not.
Her manner might have changed, but the look in her eyes was no less frightening.
“I want you to rethink Culver,” she stated.
I sat still and silent, my eyes anchored to hers, not of my choice.
“I’ve been paying attention to the moves he’s making, and one thing in his whole, fucked-up life Dad was right about is that Dustin Culver could be an asset,” she continued. “He could be useful. Give it time. A few days. Think on it. We’ll talk. When we do, if you don’t want to go there, I’ll want good reasons, Liv. Really good reasons. So when we talk, if you’re not up for giving that another shot, you need to have those reasons. Yes?”
I got that too.
With Tommy no longer in the picture, which meant whatever she promised him in regards to me not something she had to worry about, she now intended to revisit the idea of whoring me out to Dustin Culver due to the possibility he might be useful to the House of Shade. No reason I gave, including the fact I just wasn’t into him, certainly not the fact I was in love with one of our enemies, would be good enough.
The decision was made. I already had a mission: get Dustin Culver addicted to my snatch.
No.
My sister had no soul.
“Yes,” I said quietly.
“He’s a good-looking guy. You two’ll be good together,” she assured, as if looks were the only thing that mattered.
“You’re right. He’s not difficult to look at,” I agreed.