Page 86 of Overcast

"Did you?" Mills presses. He puts in an effort to keep his face somber, but his eyes, the ones that are digging daggers into my forehead, they give him away. They convict him of catching feelings for what's mine.

"Since when do we talk about our sex lives?" I cock my head to the side, daring him to keep pushing this. To keep showing that he cares—plain and simple. She's not his problem, nor should she be a thought for him.

"Since when do we call Lucien to fix up our victims?" Bishop emits. "Unless..." He cranes his neck to look at me. "You fucked up."

Mills's eyes widen, and my jaw ticks.

"What difference does it make?" I mimic Bishop's movement, fixing him with fake confusion. "Did you need a play by play?"

His lips curl over the neck of my bottle as he takes a sip, knowing that I'll answer directly when I fucking feel like it.

"So..." Mills finally takes a seat, resting his elbows on his knees. "She's not guilty?"

"What makes you believe that?" My gaze trails to him.

"She's in the house." I guess that would be the one and only clue they'd need to bring them to that conclusion. If we were still enemies, she'd be in my bunker, under six feet of dirt or with a bullet to her head because I didn't feel like digging the hole.

They're going to find out anyway...

"I believe we grabbed the wrong girl," I deadpan. Bishop lets a deep chuckle escape his lips while Mills hits me with a very displeased furrow of his brows.

"You're fucking kidding?" he chides. "You said you watched her walk inside that house."

"I did."

"And?"

"What the fuck do you want me to say?" I shoot back. "Reagan said it's not her."

"Reagan?" Bishop echoes.

Geezus fucking Christ.

"The girl stabbed me with a knife and got out of the bunker. She ran into Rea, started a downward spiral of truths and shit. So, now, she's staying with me."

Another flood of quiet ping pongs between us.

I've never fucked up this bad before. None of us have, and, of course, it was me that did it first. I swear my money would've been on Mills and his forbearance.

"So," Mills begins. "We find the other girl and—"

"Who's we?" I cut in. "I got this. It's my fuck up, I'll clean it up."

"That's where you're wrong." Bishop smacks the back of my head. "We need to find out who spun you two in the middle of the road. Why those dudes wanted your little blonde in the first place."

"Something doesn't make sense," Mill adds in. "How would they know where she was?"

I shrug and lean back. "No fucking clue."

"Is she, like, dying upstairs or something?" Mills again.

I'm going to fucking kill him if he doesn't stop focusing on Stormi.

"I need to find out if someone escaped that house when we showed up," I state instead, ignoring him. "We need Hollis to talk more."

"The dad is useless." Bishop finishes off my beer and loudly places it on the coffee table. "And a waste of space. Let's get rid of him."

"Killing him is off the table."

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