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My heart squeezes at the pain in her face. But I can’t back down. Not when it comes to her safety. “You’re going to have to puke, Cali. Now.” I shove her towards the toilet.
“What?” She screeches and fights me. “Get the fuck off me!”
I don’t let up and shove her to her knees.
“Cali!” A voice booms in my room. It’s Sawyer. “Where are you? Are you fucking him in the bathroom?”
I freeze. Sawyer boots the door open. “You know there are sexier places to fuck.”
He takes us both in, his demeanor instantly changing. “What’s going on?”
“Cali feels sick,” I say. “She’s going to have to stay.”
“I do not!” Cali struggles to get up, and I reluctantly let her go.
She brushes herself off. “I’m fine. Jesus. Let’s go.”
Cali storms past Sawyer, and I try to keep the wince out of my face. He pays her no mind and watches me with narrowed eyes. “What the fuck was that, Miles?”
“Nothing.” I straighten. “She said she was going to puke, and I tried to hold her hair back.”
Sawyer doesn’t look like he buys it. I lower my voice. “She didn’t take downstairs very well. Cut her some slack.”
Anger flashes across his gaze. “She shouldn’t feel bad for that sick fuck.”
I glare at him. “Yeah, well, not everyone’s brains work the same way yours does, Sawyer. She’s not seasoned like the rest of us.” I push past him into my room. “I think she should sit this one out.”
“She seemed like she wanted to go.”
Jesus. If I push this too hard, he’ll suspect something is up. Maybe it’ll be fine. I just won’t let her get close to him.
When we load up into the truck, I sit Cali in the back, farthest away from the driver’s seat, and I sit right next to her. She gives me a sour look but doesn’t argue. Thank god. Every now and again, I catch whiffs of alcohol, but it isn’t strong.
Sawyer throws the body in the trunk and drives us down the road.
Cali looks out the window like she’s soaking it all in. I realize with a bit of guilt that she hasn’t seen much of the beautiful countryside because we haven’t let her.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
Sawyer glances at her in the rearview mirror. “A pretty spot I picked out just for us.”
Ryder is silent. I worry that he’ll use this as another reason to kill Cali, and I’m not sure what Sawyer was thinking of bringing her with us. Scratch that. I know he’s not thinking, at least not with his head.
We drive through the countryside for a while. At one point, Cali giggles softly. I shoot her a glare. She gives me a sleepy, dopey-eyed look.
Fuck it all to hell, she’s drunk.
Chapter 67
Cali
We drive for just under an hour. No one says anything, and I keep glancing between all the men. They look so shadowy and menacing and hot. Good lord, they’re hot. With all their tattoos and violence. And dickishness.
The alcohol has gone to my head. Since when do I like assholes?
Okay, since forever. I ought to know better than to drink on an empty stomach. And fuck, if the dark looks Miles keeps shooting me make me want to jump his bones. He’s mad at me for saying I have no feelings for him. Well, he can suck it up. I don’t owe them anything.
Still, the guilt gnaws at me.
