Page 42 of Disturbed Lucidity

The brat smirked. “Sounds like you have a problem.”

Slash growled, getting in her face. While I wasn’t thrilled with his threatening posture, I stopped myself from saying anything when I saw the woman wink at me.

What the fuck kind of game was she playing? Did she not understand that this was it? She was done here. As soon as Slash said his piece, I was kicking her ass to the curb. I didn’t give a fuck what happened to her. She was not my problem.

“What happened, Ivy? Why did you do it?”

Instead of answering, the woman leaned back in her chair, held eye contact with me, then asked, “Mouth, can I have a whiskey, please? My lips are parched.”

Narrowing my eyes, I glared at the woman.

There was no fucking way she knew I’d been in her apartment last night or what I’d done. She’d been fucking out like a light. I know it.

Unable to look away at the train wreck before me, I knew Mouth was waiting for my permission. Giving it to him, I nodded.

Pulling up a chair, I sat across from the woman, who never once looked away. There was something different about her. Something darker, more determined, resolute about her persona. I didn’t know if it was the drugs giving her the courage, but whatever it was wouldn’t help her.

Slash slammed his hand down on the table, grabbing her attention. She slowly turned to glare at the man who had been a brother to her since she was a teenager. The look she gave him had me sitting up straighter as brothers stepped closer in case the bitch got froggy and decided to take on Slash. We all knew how she fought. The woman was scrappy. She could hold her own and was deadly. Wasn’t taking any chances when it came to my brothers.

Bitch wasn’t my family.

I didn’t give a fuck.

“Slash, step back,” Logic quietly muttered, moving closer.

“She needs to tell me what the fuck happened,” my brother shouted.

Nothing.

Not even a flinch.

The woman was hard as nails.

“Look at her Slash. Really look at her. Her breathing is even... controlled. She’s relaxed. She’s not worried about anything. She’s having fun.”

“That true, Ivy?” I smirked, looking at the crazy bitch. “You having fun?”

Slowly turning to me, I narrowed my eyes when she smiled. “Why? You wanna play with me some more?”

Hannibal walked in, with a brown bag in his hand. “Sorry to interrupt, but this was just delivered for Slash.”

Taking the bag before Slash could reach for it, Logic opened it up and looked at the contents when sudden realization dawned on him, causing his eyes to widen in shock. He instinctively took up a defensive stance to shield me from any potential harm.

Curious, I looked at the man.

“Problem?”

“Go ahead, Logic. Answer him,” Ivy sneered, crossing her arms over her chest as she smiled wickedly at my brother.

Something was seriously off with this woman.

I was getting serial killer vibes, big time.

With a nod of agreement, Logic handed off the bag to Saint, who looked inside, frowning. Carefully pulling out a chair, Logic positioned himself between me and Ivy, whose intense gaze conveyed a challenge if I ever saw one.

Leaning forward, Ivy issued a salacious challenge as she licked her lips, her eyes moving up and down his body like she was starving and my brother was a medium rare steak she wanted to sink her teeth into.

“Do you wanna play with me, Logic?”

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