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“That’s fine,papi, you do that and the rest of us can go back to the hotel to get stitched up and call my lawyers just in case the police somehow find us. Plus, I can see about getting some soldiers down here to help.” Sapphire frowned. “Do you think sending someone to get Henley is smart? And for Darius and Kellan, too? I don’t presume bad things about them all, but if Widow has done something, they are the ones who would know about it.”
I shook my head as the sounds of a fire engine rang in the air, floating along with the tiny pieces of ash as our fire presumably caused a wicked scene.
“Don’t let it stress you out right now. I think it’s more important to concentrate on who is nearby and what you know to be true. Like John being an evil cunt.” An evil cunt I couldn’t wait to watch die.
Violently.
“Plus, Retta is with Henley. She can keep an eye on things for us if we call and tell her what happened and maybe dig for more info. Unless you wanna just call the kid in a bit?” Kody added. “Linc’s right; we deal with John right now, and forget about everything else for a moment.”
I was always right, and it was nice to hear my best friend admit it out loud.
“You can always call Beau and ask him to deal with things back home.” Logan chimed in as we neared the edge of the grassy area, the sounds of cars and life coming back to us. “As your second, that is what he’s for. Plus, he’s a hell of a lot closer and can do things right away.”
“My second?” Saph repeated as she relaxed in Price’s hold, more than happy to be carried like the spoiled princess she pretended she wasn’t. “Huh. I guess you are right. He is my second and I can use him for stuff, too.”
“Dibs on third.” Kody said, only a second before Price.
Price scowled and muttered in Saph’s ear. “I want third. Let me be third and I’ll let you peg me one time if you’re into it. Or I can peg you. Though I guess it’s not pegging ‘cause I have a cock, but still.”
“Neither of you are third. You cannot dibs it.” She snorted as her cheeks flamed red. “You are all equal to me. You are my board of minions, and you each have talents that I lean on at different times.” With a wicked smirk my way, she carried on her bratty behavior. “Like say how when I need something to spice up my evening and I seek out Misha because he can make me scream with just-”
I did my best to zone out as she talked.
Then even harder as she carried on in the cab, insisting on embarrassing the shit out of the driver as she muttered filthy words in my ear and grabbed at my thigh, and then alternated with Logan. Her tirade never stopped with innuendo, filth, and plenty of things that were both a distraction from her stress and words designed to irritate me because she enjoyed it.
Words I would be making her regret the minute she was stitched up, and we were in the hotel and I didn’t have to pretend to be polite in front of strangers.
Chapter Four
It took almost an hour to get back to the hotel. Most of it was spent driving and waiting around. Partly for a pair of cabs, to take Logan and Lincoln and me one way through far too much traffic that was almost at a standstill. Another to take Price, Kody, and Misha to the mosque to collect the children and take them home.
Well, not home. But they were brought to a hotel near their home, and the twins were reunited with their father a while later, a thing I was privy to because Misha called me to speak to the man.
Apparently, Mr David Cardinal-Fineman had insisted he speak to me and nobody else.
Yey.
That hadn’t been a fun conversation for me to have, even if I was glad that Misha had lied about me still being outside doing gang things, so I didn’t have to do it face to face. Not just becauseit was obvious from a single listen to his tone that the twin’s father blamed me for his wife’s death, but because all he’d asked about after that had been what I would do about John and why I hadn’t done it before now.
Why I hadn’t fixed the shit that my family had caused and why I’d allowed the mess to go on long enough that his wife had paid for it and his kids would pay more…
I had no answer.Nothing. The only reason I’d stopped letting the guy talk to me like shit was because Logan had finished putting butterfly stitches on my cheek, and triple checking my hands were glass free. Then, ignoring my orders to let me handle it, Lincoln had taken the phone off me and pretended something had come up, so he had an excuse to hang up so both men could give me a lecture on not letting people – especially men – talk to me with negativity, and that if I did it again, not only would they beat the man’s ass, but then mine.
Their lecture did not make much of a difference, seeing as the guilt I’d felt in the aftermath of Shannon’s suicide had come back with a vengeance that I could not shake at the simple thought of being lectured. Why? Because it reminded me of my dad.
Of all the times he’d told me that men weren’t shit, I was super awesome, and all the rest of the things I missed beyond comprehension.
It reminded me of how Beau always said that men were useless creatures unless their head was between my thighs or their bank card in my hand. Okay, he’d worded it better than that. But the point remained that my parental figures had said such things to me. Had lectured me.
And now my boyfriends were doing it, and I was both turned on because I was a simp for bossiness, and thoroughly disgusted because the idea of liking someone for that, and because it reminded me of my dad, was not cool.
On the bright side, it wasn’t entirely down to me to figure things out now. Seeing as I had no Red Diamonds nearby, and had no clue when John would be returning home, I had to call in a little extra help that would both be useful and someone to offload some stress onto. Not Wraith and his crew – even though I had somehow found myself getting a random slew of texts from him with bits of information, one video of a cute husky he said was called Malivore, and then another with the promise that I could meet Silver whenhefelt like she was ready.
I’d asked him to put me in touch with her now. He said no. I ordered him to do it. Then threatened.
He’d sent me a laughing emoji in response and then a GIF of an adorable baby chicken holding a butter knife that he said reminded him of me…
Yeah, I couldn’t threaten him. Which, seeing as he informed me he had been part of The Company – the same one Logan’s mama was a twisted member of – I could understand it. Even if it frustrated me that I had to ask nicely for something I ought to have just been given.
