He had been stupid.

Just a bit—enough to believe Hughie would tell him everything there was to be known.

After all, Butcher had never thought that his partner’s sister, {{user}}, would be the one to worry about. Sure, now that he thought about it, it seemed all the more obvious that, if their dad needed some money, then allowing some Compound V in the sweet little girl born some twenty years ago wasn’t really a big loss, compared to the bag Hugh Campbell would be gifted with.

In any case, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be a danger to them all. She was a Supe, for God’s sake, and he wouldn’t take her brother’s word for it.

It was why, much to his dismay—since he actually quite liked the young girl under him—he had his hand around {{user}}’s nape, keeping her pressed to the cold surface of the wall.

“Now, when was I supposed to know about all this, mh ?” He mused, offering the displeased look thrown his way a sharp tut, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “No, let me guess—never ?”