Page 117 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Issac is here?”
Guess he couldn’t see my feet.
I arched a brow down at Slater. “Enjoying yourself?”
“I was.” He huffed out a sigh. “What do you want, Issac?”
“We need to talk.” That was my cue for him to send the masseuse away, but the bastard didn’t even lift his head to look up at me.
He stayed exactly how he was and muttered, “About?” as if my presence was an annoyance.
This mother…
“Oh, not much.” I growled down at him. “I thought you might like to know that you’re next. But if I’m interrupting you.”
That made him lift his head. “Next for what?”
“What the fuck do you think?” We weren’t taking turns in the playground.
His stare narrowed. “You’re lying.”
Oh, but I wasn’t. That was nothing more than wishful thinking, and Slater knew that. I didn’t lie. But I did hold onto information that might be useful. Like the file I found on my father’s desk with Slater’s name and the picture of a girl.
“Sorry, Slater,” I tsked. “But you caught the bouquet.”
That caught his attention. “What do you know?”
“Everything.”
I knew her name, who Slater’s second was, the small town in Ireland where she was currently living, and when she would be here.
“Bullshit,” Slater shook his head. “That shit is kept under lock and key.”
“Yeah. Bymydad.”
He looked over at his brother. “Did you know about this?”
Ravi held up his hands, palms out. “I had no idea.”
That was true. I didn’t tell Ravi shit. Why would I? What advantage would that give me?
Slater waved the masseuse away and sat up. “I don’t suppose you would just give me the information?”
“Pfft, no.” Did he think I was stupid?
“Fine,” he sighed. “Give me ten minutes. I’ll meet you outside.”
“Don’t make me wait, Slater,” I said and turned to leave.
Ravi fell in step behind me and didn’t say a word until we were out of the locker room.
“What the fuck, Issac?”
Leaning against the wall, I crossed my arms. “What?”
“What the fuck do you mean what? How long have you known about this?”
“Three days.” I said while glancing down at my watch.
