Page 58 of The Good Girl

I look to Conan. “Call Carnage and give them a heads up. I’ll give Orion a call myself when we get back. I think it’s time I spoke with him as the new president anyway and I need to let him know what’s going on. It would be just like Khan to fuck with our allies to try and isolate us.”

“Shit, I never thought about that,” Blade grumbles, rubbing his hand over his face.

I look at Mac and Toot. “I want bugs planted, cameras if possible—anything you can do to get me eyes and ears inside. Kruger, I want you bad-mouthing our former prospect Hicks. That way, if we decide to send someone in pretending to be him, we’ve already set the stage.”

“And anyone you can’t stand, Khan’s gonna want on his side.” Kruger nods in understanding.

“Exactly. Now, if nobody has anything else they need to discuss?—”

“Tink,” G speaks up.

“You got a problem with her being my old lady?”

“As long as you treat her well, why would I?” He shrugs, but I can tell he’s still got his reservations. “My old lady, on the other hand, might have something to say about the fact she missed out on you giving Tink her cut, especially since she was kept in the dark about you two.”

I groan. “On a scale of one to ten, how pissed is she?”

“Eleven.” I groan again. “But she likes you for her, so that’s something.”

“He did ride to her rescue when G and Amity crashed,” Circus adds.

“Plus, he pulled you and Amity up a fucking cliff. That had to earn him some brownie points, right?” Probe jumps in.

“The man has a point,” Inigo says before frowning. “Did I just agree with Probe?”

Probe flips him off.

“Alright, children, can we go now? My woman brought me food, and I’m starving.”

Conan looks at me and shakes his head. “Yeah, about that…”

Chapter Fourteen

Nevaeh

“So let me get this straight,” Havoc yells at Hoops, making me wince. “You were so busy flirting with the fucking bartender that you didn’t even know Nevaeh had left until she came back for you?”

“She said she was going to the bathroom. It’s not like I could go in with her,” he validly, if stupidly, points out.

Havoc stands up and looms over Hoops, who visibly shrinks into himself. “But you could have waited outside the door for her. You could have clocked the fucking time. If she went to the diner, picked up food, sat and had a conversation with Conan, and then gave food to some homeless guy, she was gone for at least thirty fucking minutes.”

“Maybe he thought I was having a poo,” I blurt out, drawing everyone’s eye. I feel my cheeks burn, but I also feel awful that Hoops is getting into trouble because of me.

Conan laughs from beside me, but I ignore him.

“I’m sorry, what?” Havoc frowns.

“You know, a poo. They take time. You should know––you take thirty minutes every time you go,” I grumble, ignoring the laughter I can hear from behind me.

“You shit in public often?”

I grimace. “Ew no, never. Damm it,” I curse, realizing he just caught me out.

“He might have thought I got my period, right?” I glare at Hoops, willing him to play along, but he just looks like he doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or cry.

“But you didn’t get your period. You snuck out.”

“I know that, and you know that, but Hoops doesn’t, err didn’t. The point is, you should cut him some slack. If he had barged his way in and caught me inserting a vampire’s tea bag, you’d have lost your freaking mind.”

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