Lost and Found

Chapter Thirty-Three

Andre's POV

I was going to kill that bitch for stealing my car.

And for putting a hole in the wall with the freaking bookcase. My boy Rick was going to be pissed when he came back and found that a Grimm destroyed his house. And if there was even a single scratch on my car, I was going to kill her slowly after I found a way to make her pay to fix it.

God, I hated her. I didn't even know why I ever listened to her. Now my brother's murderer was alive, and I had to babysit a freaking Grimm.

But I wasn't an idiot. I was sure North End had already heard we had a Grimm, and I hoped it made them scared. It would make it that much easier to take them out.

Trubel would hopefully end up being worth more than the problems she caused, too. That robbery she planned was damn near flawless, though I wouldn't tell her. The last thing she needed was something to fuel her ego. She was too confident, too much like me. I respected her for it, but there couldn't be two leaders of our pack, and I'd be damned if I let her replace me. Or even get in my way.

I should kill her.

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Trubel's POV

"Trubel?" Roy asked.

"What?" I hadn't been paying attention. For all I knew, he had been trying to get my attention since we left the gas station.

"We can find somewhere to go," he said. "Andre's going to kill you."

"Let's not keep him waiting," I said. I parked the car in the driveway at that moment and started getting out of the car. I opened the garage door with the code that Roy told me and, immediately, Andre was stomping out of the door that led into the house.

"You're dead, Trubel! You hear me? Dead!" he screamed at me.

"That's great Andre," I said, sounding bored. He started advancing on me, so I threw his keys at him. I knew he'd rather die than let them hit the ground, so I walked past him while he caught them. "She has a full tank of gas," I said as I walked into the house. He shouted, "Trubel!" after me, but I kept walking.

He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.

"You stole my car," he accused.

I didn't back down like maybe I should have. Instead, I said, "It's not fun having something taken from you, is it?" I was basically pointing out that all he ever did was take things, lives, and money away from people and that it sucked when the sides were reversed.

"I could shoot you right now," he warned.

I laughed and asked, "Are we really doing this again?"

"What?! You think I won't?!" he asked me.

"You haven't, yet," I pointed out.

He got in my face and growled, "Maybe today's your lucky day."

"Or maybe you'd like to check your car for scratches," I guessed.

Andre's eyes widened a little bit when I said that and said, "If I find one-"

"You'll shoot her," Roy said, coming over to stand by us. "We get it."

"Shut your mouth," Andre grumbled and walked over to his car. Part of me was actually a little nervous that he would find something. There shouldn't have been anything wrong with it, but still.

Andre circled the car for a while and got close enough to it that I thought he might kiss it - after all, it was his baby. Anyway, he didn't kiss his car and, instead, straightened up to look at me. "You're lucky," he basically threatened.