Page 34 of Backfire
One high five coming up for gravelly undertone guy.
“How can you be okay with this?” Devlin asked.
Gravely undertone guy chuckled. “The irony.”
Why did his voice seem familiar? I was sure I heard it before, but where? Devlin wasn’t talking to either of the twins or his father. It could be one of the staff, I guess. I’d seen so many people wandering around this place that I lost count an hour after arriving.
“This shit isn’t funny,” Devlin growled.
“It kind of is,” the other guy argued, and I couldn’t help but agree with him. Anything that got Devlin that upset was hilarious. “You practically threw Rook on that plane to complete his triad, and now look at you.”
There was that name again. Who the hell was Rook?
“Maybe he was on to something,” Devlin said.
“I never thought I’d see the day when you agreed with your brother.”
Great, there was another Adair male. Fuck my life. Then again, if Devlin didn’t get along with him, he might not be that bad. Wonder where I could find this Rook.
“I don’t give a shit,” Devlin grumbled. “I’m not doing it.”
The second man responded with, “you don’t have a choice.”
“Yes, I do. I could get rid of the problem.”
What problem had him so worked up, and could I make it worse?
“Or you could stop whining like a little bitch.”
I liked this guy. He may have just replaced Fiona in the best friend category.
“I hate her.” Devlin growled so deep that there was no mistaking who he was referring to.
That was okay. I hated him too. In fact, I don’t think I loathed anyone as much as I did Devlin, and I used to live with triplet toddlers who survived on a diet of sugar.
“Don’t worry,” the other guy sang. “That won’t be a problem for long.”
“What did you do?”
What indeed? I was curious. Even stopped behind a shelf so I could continue eavesdropping. That is until the other guy spoke again.
“Same thing I’m going to do to her.”
And that’s my cue.
“No one is doing shit to me,” I snarled and stepped around the shelf.
My intent was to put both those assholes in their place. Instead, I ended up choking on my own words as I stopped cold. There’d been plenty of times when I felt out of place. Fitting in wasn’t my strong suit. It never bothered me.
Why would I want to be like everyone else? But right now, I knew exactly what people meant when they said stuck out like a sore thumb. Except, my thumb wasn’t just sore, it was broken, mangled, and twisted in an unnatural way.
Despite being an asshole, Devlin had the whole hot, brooding, dangerous thing going on, and the guy standing beside him… He gave a new meaning to the term playboy. Charm oozed off him, while the twinkle in his light green eyes promised all kinds of bad things. Add in his tousled sandy hair and well-sculpted and tanned form, and any girl would be screwed.
He was the kind of guy girls knew they should stay away from but flocked to, regardless. Then probably thank him for using them. Hell, he was just looking at me, and I was ready to thank him.
I never felt more out of my league than I did in that moment. There I was, in front of two Greek gods with a beanie on my head because I barely took the time to run a brush through my hair. And don’t even get me started on my clothes.
The ratty jeans I was wearing had a hole in the left knee, and my black t-shirt said “Eat me.” Talk about embarrassment, which I might’ve had more time to dwell on if Devlin hadn’t opened his mouth.
