Page 7 of Vile Boys

“Doesn’t matter,” Ares says.

“Well, obviously it does, since you’re already brooding over just one phone call,” I retort, throwing more peanuts into my mouth.

“I ask for help. Once. Just one time. And he gives me shit.” His nostrils flare. “And he wonders why I don’t wanna come to the family dinners.” He leans back and slams his hands into the armrestsof his seat. “Fuck.”

“Help … as in …?”

He stares me down with that chilling glare of his. “Bodies.”

I swallow my peanuts. “Right. Those.”

“I thought those were already taken care of?” Blaine asks, striding in with flair. “Ares?”

“I’m working on it,” he says.

My eyes widen. “Wait, don’t tell me they’re still in the freezer outside.”

“Where I keep my ice cream?” Blaine scowls. “Ew.”

“Stop complaining,” Ares growls. “Unless you have a better idea.”

“I’ll have to throw out that whole tub of perfect chocolate goodness,” Blaine whines, rubbing his forehead.

Ares tilts his head at him. “Shall I put the bodies in your bedroom instead?”

I almost choke on my handful of peanuts. “Oh my God.”

“On second thought, you can have the ice cream,” Blaine murmurs, throwing his hair to the side. “My stomach can’t handle all that dairy anyway.”

“Fragile,” I joke.

“Darling, I prefer it when my ass doesn’t squirt, unlike yours.”

“Fuck you,” I retort.

Blaine tilts his head. “You asked for it.” He winks at me, and we both laugh.

“Is something funny about this whole situation?” Ares asks, all serious, clutching the armrests like he’s going to rip them off. “Because I don’t get it.”

“Oh, lighten up,” Blaine murmurs, approaching him from behind. “You’ve been far too tense ever since that party.” Blaine massages Ares’s shoulders. “Relax. Throw it out. Kiss a girl. Fuck it out of your system. And then let’s do what we do best.”

“Fuck shit up? Kill people?” I say.

Blaine looks up at me. “Well, I was going to say party, but I guess that could work.”

I throw some peanuts at him, and he catches them with his mouth. “Good one.”

“I know I’m a catch, darling, thank you,” Blaine muses.

“Jesus, you’re so annoying,” I say, laughing.

Ares shoves Blaine’s hands off his shoulders and gets up. “Enough.”

“What is going on in that mind of yours?” Blaine asks.

Ares approaches the window, staring out at the front gate. “We weren’t alone that night.”

I stop eating immediately. “What?”

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