Page 31 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
I sat down, picking through the pieces. “Could we pretend the hat is a dog?” I asked, hopefully. Wasn’t likely we were gonna get that piece from Rogue’s neck anytime soon.
Ace, who was now lazily leaning against the bars, tilted his head just slightly, and I caught a glimpse of his piercing gaze as he looked down at me with frigid eyes. He didn’t speak.
He wasn’t laughing anymore either. That cold, impassive look sent a shiver down my spine. He’d always been impossible to read, which was what made him so very unnerving to be around—for most people.
He was definitely back.
And probably still ateeniebit pissed off…
I mean, I could threaten to send him back into madness if he refused to play, but that might be a bit soon. He’d know I was bluffing.
I could play with… I looked around.
Rogue and Knox were still kicking the stuffing out of each other, and the other Bunny was… I swallowed.RealBunny wasgone. I squeezed my eyes shut, shoving away the memory that had replayed a thousand times. The moment Bella had ripped him into pieces and dropped him on the floor beside me.
What-ever.
I didn’t need to play.
Still, I tugged out a few bank notes while no one was looking and tucked them into my bra. Just in case someone agreed later, I deserved a head start for being the most eager.
The world didn’t actually work like that, but it certainly should.
It took Rogue and Knox a while to get it out of their system (again). Finally, though, Rogue staggered to his feet.
Ithinkhe’d won?
Knox looked in much worse shape than last time, barely holding himself up on the kitchen counter as he spat blood into the sink.
Rogue, with a bruise blossoming on his cheek, almost fell as he staggered into the couch, then made for me.
He wasallhormones right now, and next thing I knew, he’d lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder (I had to check to make sure the Monopoly money stayed in place).
“What are you doing?” Knox asked, wincing as he adjusted his jaw, turning back to us.
“Callum got into the security system and reset it,” Rogue grunted. “We’re all clear.”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“I’m taking my Omega on a fucking date.”
“What?” Knox demanded.
“YES!”I punched the air in delight as Rogue strode toward his bedroom door.
Adate?
That was a gazillion times better than mouldy old Monopoly.
“Put her down,” Knox snarled. “We have shit to figure out.”
“No!”I clung to Rogue’s back in upside-down horror. Howdarehe! “None ofyouseever took me on a date!” I glared at them both.
Knox folded his arms, a bitter expression on his face. “I paid five million fucking dollars for you—does that count fornothing?”
“With my money!” Rogue growled, ducking through the doorway to his room. I giggled, thumbing back at Rogue in agreement.“With my fucking money!”He spun back to them so I was swiftly shown the inside of his bedroom.
“Your money?” Knox snorted. “You’re a spoiled nepo baby, you Manzo piece of?—”
