Page 50 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two
“What makes you say that?”
“You forget that I know you, ho,” she croons, dead-eyeing me through the screen.
I don’t respond, and Yenn goes silent again. The low murmurs fade as she moves into a quieter space.
“Start talking,” she commands, flopping onto a sofa.
“It’s a long story,” I say, and I can almost hear the dramatic eye roll she gives me.
“I’ve got time,” she shoots back.
That’s my best friend.
“Storm came to see me.”
Yenn’s mouth drops open for so long I fear she might start drooling.
I hiss in a breath. “Yeah.”
“Why? What does he want?” The grin on her face looks too evil for comfort. She has made it perfectly clear since my pregnancy if Storm were to show up in front of her, she would not hesitate to run him over.
“I don’t know,” I reply. It’s not really a lie. Storm has thrown so much new info at me, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Storm Sandoval, it’s that I can’t trust him.
At all.
Ever.
“Okay, so let me get this shit all the way straight. Storm Sandoval is back in Chicago? And you’ve been in contact? You’re not running from the po-po, are you? Because I know people who can hide a body back home, but I need some time to coordinate shit if we’re going to make this disappe?—”
“Yenn, I am not going on the run,” I mutter, resisting the urge to flop back on my bed.
She hums and leans back into her seat.
“Well…what are you, then?” she asks, tilting her head and pinning me with her stare.
“I am….”
I am confused.
I am gutted.
I am…I am angry.
“Fuck that guy,” I grind out. Yenn raises her eyebrow. “Not literally, Jesus.”
She shrugs.
“I mean, someone’s gotta get your coochie right. I’m pretty sure your hymen has regrown at this point,” she says.
I grimace again, and her eyes shoot wide, scandalized.
“Wait a goddamn motherfuckin’ minute!” she shouts.
“So, I also did what I now realize is a stupid thing,” I say, filling her in on how I hooked up with Zane a few times over the last few months and pointedly leaving out the confrontation we had hours earlier.
“He needs to get a fucking grip. But how are you gonna make this right without having a corporate nightmare on your hands?” Yenn asks.
I blow out a breath.
