“Victor!” I shout at the speaker. “You little shit!”
“Rory!” Kai screams. “Where the fuck are you?”
“Having a pleasant holiday?” Victor asks.
“Next time I see you, bastard, I’m going to cut you up into pieces and make a house of cards with them. Then I’m going to blow on it, and the whole thing will collapse, and I’ll laugh. You’re a dead man. I can’t believe you put me in this situation. I’m going to beat you to death with Alumina Bang Bang!”
“Plenty of threats for such a sweet girl,” Vic says, unfazed.
Fuming with anger, I turn to the console and bite the air. This situation is just too ridiculous.
“I’d be careful if I were you, Rory. She just took out Yuzu,” Kai interjects.
“And Seven... didn’t I tell you to be nice?” Vic’s voice takes on a menacing tone.
“Oh, I was very nice,” Kai groans. “Mostly.”
I stifle a ridiculous snort that surprises everyone.
“We had a deal,” Victor spits.
Oh, really?
“What’s going on between us is none of your damn business, dipshit!” I yell.
“Yuzu was sent by Six to take care of things,” Seven says.
“How did you know I was in my car, Ass-pop?” But I don’t give him the time to answer. “Because you put a tracker under my car, you geriatric fuck!”
“Just a small one,” Victor answers.
“Ha! I’m in a world of trouble, damn it.” I sniff. Everyone takes advantage of me. “Go ahead and be nice, Seven, it doesn’t matter, she has a tracker under her car…”
I let out a bitter laugh before retreating into my thoughts.
“Care Bear?”
Kai sighs. “We lost her.”
Another sigh echoes through the phone line. “Marianne has always been able to see the best in people, even when they can’t see it themselves. She helped me with my addiction. She’s a true gem.”
I thought you were one too. Dickhead.
“But she’s furious now,” Kai adds.
“I have a way out for you, but only if Marianne agrees,” he continues.
“I’m listening.” I sigh, willing to hear him out.
“You can’t come home. Four has already put a price on both of your heads. It’s just waiting on Yuzu’s report.”
“He’s very dead,” Kai says with pride.
“If you agree to help us, we can offer you safe passage to the United States and something else for Marianne,” Victor chimes in.
“Help?” I snort, suspecting the fake grandpa’s motives. The last hours have shown I know nothing about him.
“Who exactly is ‘us’?” Seven asks suspiciously.