Page 25 of O'Mega's Revenge
“Is that coffee?”
“Yup, vanilla and chocolate.”
Maybe I wouldn’t kill her.
“Where are we?” Thank God, she was with me. Otherwise I would be freaking out right now. After sitting down to drink with Quick, the night got hazy. I remember climbing into someone’s SUV, but not much else.
“Hotel-no-tell time. The party got a little out of hand.”
“How out of hand?” I crawled toward the coffee and tried not to move my head much.
“Well, Sprout did a striptease on the deck, right down to his tighty-whiteys, Wolf passed out, and Danielle decided she wanted to prospect. I hooked her up with the PA President, Quinn.”
“That doesn’t sound awful.” I held my head while I sipped the coffee.
It was too quiet from Missile’s side of the room.
“What did you do?”
“Uh, we all did it.”
“All?”
“Well, not you and Quick and that speck who drove you two here, but everyone else. Oh, and Danielle was already off fucking Sprout, and his ma— she didn’t because of her connection to the chapter there and shit.”
This did not sound good.
“More.”
“More what?”
“I need more information before I lose my shit on you.”
“Yeah, well, don’t get mad, but…”
“Oh fuck. Nothing ever turns out good when you start it that way.” I set the coffee down carefully so I wouldn’t spill it, then propped myself against the headboard.
She scrolled down the photos on her phone. “Here.”
I blinked. Was that Wolf?
Wait a minute.
I flipped forward and back to make sure I wasn’t missing something, but it was obvious they’d fucked with him in his sleep. Most of the photos were too close, or the light was too dim. But the one Missile showed me first was bad. Really bad.
“You cut his hair.” My voice was small, wounded. It didn’t sound like the woman I’d worked on becoming.
“Well…”
“And dyed it blue? Missile.”
“That was Fell’s idea. It’s temporary dye. It will come out in a couple of washes.”
I counted to ten. Then twenty. Then decided I should use the box-breathing method to stop my meltdown. It wasn’t the hair, even though that did bother me. It was the fact that all those women were in the room with my man when he was helpless.
The breathing trick didn’t work.
“You’re taking this pretty well.”
