Page 90 of Lilah
"What the fuck?" Jai says confusedly, finally arriving probably after hearing all the yelling from the guys behind me.
"I swear to fuck," I turn to Jai, "control your little brother."
"And don't youeverfucking talk about her again," I can't even control the words as they spill out of my mouth. What is she doing to me? I'm turning into a fucking blabbermouth just like her.
Not paying attention to any of the widened eyes in the room, I walk up to the bulletin board.
Stop fucking thinking about it. Her. Everything.
"Timothy Wells," I get their attention and they don't say anything else about what just happened.
"He's holding an auction three hours away from here," I speak loudly, pinning up a picture of him for all the guys to see. Jonas can't see through his swelling eyes but it's not like he's coming to a fucking bust any time soon. He needs to mature up.
"An estimated fifteen girls will be there tonight," I look around at them. They all looked pissed.
These busts are the ones that no one wants to go to. They take a toll on everyone. We see the kind of shit that no one wants to see.
Little women and kids being sold to be raped, tortured, and eventually killed.
"We have to blend in," I nod at them, telling them that the jeans and shirts that we're wearing is what we're keeping on.
"Three exits," I put up a map of the place where the auction is being held up on the board.
"Grey," Maxon nearly fucking giggles.
"What?"
"Is that- Is that a scrunchie on your wrist?" they laugh and I look down at the gray fabric on my wrist.
"The fuck does it look like?" I grumble. So fucking what? Fuckers'll never get what I have.
"Definitely a scrunchie," Linc smirks, popping a piece of gum in his mouth.
"Then it's a fuckin' scrunchie," I deadpan, "kiss my ass motherfuckers."
"Roman and Theo," I continue, nodding toward the two of them, forgetting their snickering, "Y'all stay outside at the back entrance; expect most of those who are trying to escape going out that door."
"Reed and Maxon, take the side exit," I point to where that is.
"Blaise and Linc, get the front exit," I motion to it.
"Everyone else, you're inside with me." I look out at all of them, "we're going in blind. We don't know how many people will be there. Watch each others' backs."
"Let's go."
"What about me?" Jonas asks, holding a towel up to his nose.
"Clean the fuckin' toilets for all I give a shit," I sneer at him.
We suit up. Guns go in waistbands, around ankles, in boots, and in jacket pockets. We head to the front and Jai opens the closet.
He hands out padded leathers to everyone.
For some reason, I think about actually putting one on. Why? I've never put one on before.
'I'll see you later, Grey.'
What if I don't see her later? What if something does happen and she can't see me?I can't see her?
