Page 62 of Whips and Chains
X winked at her. “I know that orgasm I gave you in the camera room was good, but you could have just called me if you wanted another. No need to follow me.”
Nyah let out a little snicker of nervous laughter.
Violet just glared at him. “Thank you for broadcasting that to everyone—”
“Actually, we already did that back in the camera room.”
“X!”
He cringed. “Right. Sorry. Not the point.” He reached across Violet, offering Nyah his hand. “I’m so sorry. We haven’t officially met. I’m X. Licker of Violet’s pussy.”
“Oh my God, I can’t even with you.” Violet’s face was beet red as she turned to the other woman. “I’m so sorry. We’re seeking intervention for his lack of brain-to-mouth filter. Are you okay?”
Nyah brushed some glass off her lap. “I’m fine.” She cringed at the gaping hole in the windshield. “This car we stole isn’t though.”
My mouth dropped open. “You stole a car?”
Violet shot me a glare. “Like you can talk! Mister Biker, Ex-crim, Probably Stolen Hundreds of Cars Not to Mention Murdering People in His Lifetime!”
I shot a glance at Nyah, and she waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, don’t worry about me. Mafia kid. I’m down with all the killing. Nothing new to me.”
X clucked his tongue and then leaned down to whisper to Violet. Though we all heard it because nothing about X was ever actually quiet. “Violet, I think you should probably reassess who you hang out with.”
She shoved him away. “Oh, don’t worry, I am. I’m currently very much reassessing the three psychopaths I’ve found myself in bed with!”
X winked at Nyah. “It was a foursome.”
We all just stared at him.
But he clearly had zero realization that he was the world’s biggest blabbermouth. When nobody filled the silence, he, of course, did. “So, uh, what were we talking about?”
Whip sighed. “How about we discuss the brick currently sitting in the middle of this apparently stolen car?”
Violet stared down at the brick on the center console. Her fingers trembled.
I wanted to grab them. Wrap my hands around them and rub them gently until the tremble disappeared.
But I couldn’t, because I kept fucking things up with her. And she looked like she’d rather stab me than accept comfort from me.
Violet yanked on the handle and shoved the door open. “I can’t do this right now. I need air.”
She got out, and on the other side, Nyah did the same thing. They moved to check on each other, embracing at the front of the car, clutching each other close.
The three of us watched them in silence, until X murmured, “Anyone else really want to know what’s written on that note?”
For once, I agreed with him.
I leaned through the open door and picked it up. Pulling off the rubber bands, I unwrapped the note. My gaze skimmed over it, and the churning, sick feeling in my gut intensified. “Fuck.”
Violet’s head snapped up. She took one glimpse of my expression, and I could tell she knew that what was written on that page wasn’t good.
Not that any of us thought it would be.
“Read it out loud,” she demanded, her mouth pulled into a tight line, her fingers gripping Nyah’s.
I really didn’t want to be the one to voice the words written on that page. But I wouldn’t make her read them either. I inhaled a jagged breath and recited the words that left me cold and dead inside.
“Tick-tock, boys. The countdown has started.
