Page 8 of Entangled in Them

Chapter Three

Ryan

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A GIRL.

A fucking girl.

What the hell were we supposed to do with her?

Kodee motioned with his head for us all to go into the kitchen and leave her sitting on our couch. I didn’t even want the bare skin of her thighs touching our Italian leather. I was furious with Dillon for landing us in this mess. I thought he’d gotten over his screwed-up ways and settled down a bit. It seemed I was wrong.

We kept our voices low in the hope she wouldn’t overhear us.

“Let’s throw some money at her and tell her to get the hell away from here,” I suggested.

Kodee’s square jaw tightened. “And what happens if the Capellos send their men back for her? How do you plan on explaining that one?”

“We could say she ran,” I suggested.

Kodee shook his head. “Not gonna work. It would still be our fault for not watching her properly.”

Dillion’s gaze darted over to where she sat on the couch. Her hands were clasped between her knees, and she appeared fixed on the little white statue in the middle of the coffee table. Shit. The statue was supposed to represent the Greek god of nature and was a faun with a massive cock. Kodee had spotted it at a flea market one Sunday and brought it back to me as a gift. I remembered laughing and placing it pride of place on the coffee table. We didn’t normally allow outsiders in here, and I’d certainly not have thought we’d ever have some girl sitting opposite it. I didn’t suppose it really mattered—after all, she’d probably seen more cock in real life than even I had, but I didn’t want her reporting back to the Capellos, or anyone else, for that matter.

“How long do you think we’re going to have her?” Kodee asked.

We both looked toward Dillon for any answer.

“How the hell am I supposed to know? You were here when they dropped her off. It’s not like I heard anything you didn’t.” His green eyes flashed with anger, but it was defensive anger. He knew he’d messed up.

I pressed my lips together. “You should have told us you were doing a job for the Capello brothers.”

Dillon’s defensive anger didn’t fade. “I did some work. I needed some money. We might be business partners, but that doesn’t mean I have to tell you every little thing.”

“We’re a bit more than business partners,” I snapped.

Kodee stepped in. “And if the shit you do affects the rest of us, then yeah, you do have to tell us.”

“I’m not a fucking fortune teller. How was I going to know it was going to affect you? I mean, I could hardly predict this,” he gestured to the girl, “could I?”

“No,” I countered, “but you know the Capellos are bad news, and you went there anyway. What did you need the money for? Are you gambling again?”

“No. Fuck. I’m over that shit. You know that.”

Kodee lifted his eyebrows. “Do we?”

Dillon looked to me. “Come on, man. You can back me up.”

I twisted my lips and shrugged. Dillon had screwed up plenty of times in the past, so what was one more?

It wasn’t as though I was some innocent either. Hell, I’d spent time in Iraq and had seen some shit that would give the hardest of men nightmares, but I did my best not to drag others down with me. This apartment was our little sanctuary from all the bullshit of the rest of the world, and Dillon had singlehandedly managed to drag the rest of the world in here with us.

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