Page 65 of Oh, Hell No

“You done?” he asked, sounding a little choked.

I shook my head and went to clean the other two spots where he had left some behind. When it was all gone, I dropped my hands from his thighs and sat back, completely satisfied.

Twenty-Nine

Oz

Bane and Ransom stepped out of the front door of the house we all shared when I pulled up. I’d called them on my way and asked them to be ready. It was after midnight, but I’d had a hard time leaving Winslet. The fact that I hadn’t grabbed her and slammed my dick into her, then fucked her hot little cunt on the damn coffee table after she licked the cum off my stomach was a goddamn miracle. If there were free passes into heaven, I should get one. But I had managed to leave her sleeping peacefully around nine thirty because I had to take care of some things and I was running out of time.

Ransom opened the door behind me and climbed in as Bane got into the passenger seat.

“What’s up?” Ransom asked at the same time Bane asked, “Who we killing?”

“Damn. I like this shirt. It’s new,” Ransom mused. “Think I cankeep blood off of it? How brutal are we talking?”

I backed up so I could turn the Hummer around. “No killing. Your shirt is safe.”

Bane turned his head to look at me. “You got me out of bed, and there isn’t gonna be a body to dispose of?”

I shot him an annoyed look.

“Wait, please don’t tell me this is about Mr. Rogers,” he said with a groan. “Do not have pulled me from Halo for more high school vandalism, like tire slashing.”

“I need details. Who the fuck is Mr. Rogers? Because I’m eighty-five percent sure the real one is dead. And when did you slash someone’s tires?” Ransom sounded amused about the last part.

“If the two of you would shut up long enough for me to talk, I’d explain,” I bit out through clenched teeth.

“Explain,” Bane told me, then yawned.

“I set most everything up before I called you. I just need some backup with finishing touches.”

Bane raised his eyebrows. “Great. That was vague as fuck. We are all briefed and ready.” Sarcasm dripped from his tone.

“Yesterday, someone told the principal at Winslet’s school that she was pregnant—and before you start with all the shit and questions, she isn’t pregnant. But it’s a Christian school, and they can fire her for being unmarried and pregnant.”

“Time-out,” Ransom said. “Remind me who Winslet is.”

“The counterfeiter’s sister he was ordered to abduct two months ago,” Bane told him. “He has since been stalking her.”

How was it they all couldn’t remember who she was? That pissed me off.

Jesus, how do you look at that face and forget it?

“Whoa,” Ransom drawled. “You are a stalker now? You, of all people—the one whose face lights panties on fire with one glance—are stalking a chic? Just smile at her, and she’ll give you thekeys to her apartment.”

“He stole her key and made a copy months ago, so he doesn’t need her to give him one,” Bane told him.

“I didn’t tell you that,” I replied, trying to figure out how he knew. I hadn’t admitted it to anyone.

“No, you didn’t, but it’s what I’d do if I were you,” he explained.

“Awesome, you’re both psychopaths,” Ransom said from the back seat.

“Can I finish explaining this?” I asked before this got any more derailed.

“Go,” Bane replied.

“The president of the board, the principal, and some bitch on the board made her cry. She fucking curled up on her sofa and sobbed until I got there.”

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