Page 49 of Tested
“Fuck off, Kerr.” Connor’s uncharacteristic snarl freaks me out as bad as anything else. He sounds like he could take the driver outside and shoot him without breaking a sweat.
“Stop. Both of you,” Poole says. He’s clearly their commanding officer, and they both shut up. Kerr puts the car in gear, and Poole keeps talking. “I have new information for you, information regarding the missing princess.”
“Wait a minute.” He may be a military officer but my father is the American Alpha and hell yes I can shut people up when I want to. I turn on Connor, finger raised. “There’s only one answer I want to hear. Are you back working for the Elites?”
“No,” he says and flicks a glance at Poole.
The glance does it.
“Fuck the shoes, I’m out.” I pop open the door, glad we’re only rolling at about twenty-five miles an hour.
Kerr slams on the brakes, and Poole starts shouting. The only voice I hear is Connor’s. “Please don’t tell him,mo mhuirnin. I can explain, but you need to give me a chance.”
“Give you a…?” I all but leap out of the car. “Aw, hell no. Fuck you, Connor MacPherson. Fuck you.”
Why did he have to go and do the one thing he’s promised not to do?I swear I don’t get people sometimes. On one hand, he’s upset by what happened at the club, but on the other, he’s still mixing it up with the Elites.
Crudzilla, I really need a cigarette.
