Walking really quickly to try to make sure no one catches up with me, I barrel out of the room, intending to get as far away as quickly as possible. I hear the door open, and footsteps running. I know it will be Xan, he knew I knew. Kellen shouts and I hear him charging up behind me, both of them skidding to a stop as I turn to address them.
“You knew about those women and didn’t veto it,” I state, not a question. They look at each other. “Yep,” I say, turning to walk away.
“Evie, for fucks sake stop,” Kellen says as he grabs my arm. “They’re our brothers, we couldn’t tell them no. It’s not for us to decide who they fuck.”
“But I’m your wife. I should be your first priority. And I don’t have to stay and watch it go on, waiting for the shit they cook up to hit me with.”
“They want them here. Apparently they’re all together,” Xan confirms.
I start to laugh. “Of course they are. The spectator sport, how could I forget. Look, go back, you’re on in ten minutes. We’ll sort it all out afterwards.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Xander asks concerned
“It means I’ll sort it out when you’ve done your show.”
“Will you be here to do that, or are you doing it from Devon?” he asks. I say nothing.
“Should I be worried?” Kell demands.
“No, go, I’ll speak to you later.” I smile in what I hope is a placating manner and walk away.
This is getting ridiculous. “Was that a good smile, Tommy, or what?” I ask him.
“Good, to a point. They both looked more worried after it though.”
“Aww drat, guess I better work on that. I need to make a call, wait for me?” He nods.
I dial Jonno, who of course answers on the first ring. “Baby sis?”
“Can you come here tonight and not tomorrow?” I ask him.
“Why?”
“Yes or fucking no Jonno,” I screech, instantly annoyed at him.
“Why?”
I hang up. I’m never ringing him again.
“What do you want to do, Evie? Are we going or staying?” Tommy asks me.
“No fucking way. Don’t you dare, Evie.”
Kell stands in the shadows, near the corner of the building. I look at him, and up to the skies as he continues.
“Are you annoyed we haven’t insisted they ditch them?”
I don’t say anything. I don’t know what to say, so I stand there, helplessly looking at him.
“Give us a minute, Kitten,” he sighs. ”Let us try and sort it before you put the hammer down.”
“I’ve said I’ll stay, I’ll be here,” I say, my voice flat, not even sure what I feel anymore.
“Why are you calling Jonno?”
“Jude’s here and he's brought Isobel.”
“Fuck me, it never rains.” He shakes his head, “Stay put, we can sort it all. Just give us a fucking chance.” I nod at him and move to stand with Tommy.