Page 144 of Rest In Pieces

“Fuck Blade, Amity loves me more,” Havoc yells down, making me smile even as more tears slip free.

“You know, I think I should keep an eye on my president; he seems to have a soft spot for you.”

“Because nothing says sexy like hanging off a cliff, right?”

“Courage is always sexy,” G answers back.

“If anything ever happens to G, I’ll always have your back, Amity. You tend to get into some interesting situations, and Ialways end up in the thick of it. I wonder if a higher power sent me here because he knew he’d fucked up with my brother, so he gave me a sister instead.”

I bite my lips to keep from sobbing. “I always wanted a brother to beat people up for me.”

“Well, that’s handy. I love beating people up.”

I grin, my good hand throbbing while my bad one is mostly numb.

“Besides, I’ve already met the love of my life,” Havoc continues.

“Please tell me it’s not Lola. I thought you denounced her as your old lady. She doesn’t fucking deserve you. She never did,” G calls out.

“God, no. Driller can fucking have her.”

“Then tell me about your mystery girl,” G says, cursing as a bunch of stones fall.

I cry out and wait for G’s body to fall past me. When it doesn’t, I let out a shaky breath.

“G?”

“I’m okay, baby. I just misjudged where one of these cam things was. What about you? Nothing hit you, right?”

“No, but G, what’s the point in me hanging on if you’re going to give me a heart attack?” I snap, my fear making me lash out in anger.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Now tell me about this lady of yours, Havoc. How is this the first time I’m hearing about it?”

“Because you brothers are the biggest bunch of fucking gossips I’ve ever met.”

“I resent that.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

“I didn’t say it was. I resent you noticing.”

I listen to them joke around, and I know they’re doing it to keep my fear at bay, making me love them even more. Maybe not in the same way, but they both matter to me.

“Well let’s just say she smells like vanilla, tastes like cupcakes, and feels like heaven, especially for a guy like me who’s spent the last few years in hell.”

“Do we know her?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even know her.”

I frown, glad when G asks the question I’m thinking.

“What do you mean you don’t know her? How can you love someone you don’t know?”

“I don’t know what to tell you. I guess when you know, you know.”

“G?”

“Yeah?”

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