Page 51 of Deranged (American Street Kings 3)

“Yes…Slither.”

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Onyx

“Hey,”I walked into the kitchen, Granite and Alyx sitting around the table, “have you seen Wraith?”

Alyx took a sip of her coffee. “You mean the woman who slipped out of your room at the crack of dawn this morning?”

“She slipped out, huh?” I grabbed myself a cup.

“Yup. I even offered to make her some pancakes, but she seemed in a hurry.”

Granite leaned back. “Has my little bro been played?”

“Nah. It’s not like that.”

“Uh huh.” Granite frowned at me. “Do you have her number?”

“Well…no. I do have this, though.” I pulled out her knife, the one she left in the place of mine. “Seemed like she left me a little memento.”

“Oh, my God. Whatever happened to flowers and chocolates, or even leather wallets?” Alyx took a bite of her pancake.

I snickered. “That’s so last year. Knives and objects of torture are the new way of showing affection.”

Both Alyx and Granite started laughing, and I chuckled.

“Do you know where she lives?” Granite placed his empty cup back on the table.

I smothered a soft, “No,” by placing my lips on a steaming cup of coffee. Clearly, my brother was trying to prove a point.

Granite got up and gave me a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, bro, we’ve all been there.”

“Ahem.” Alyx cleared her throat. “You have?”

Granite froze, and this time it was his turn to hide a very subtle, “Fuck,” while taking a sip of his coffee.

I snickered. “Burn, motherfucker.”

“Fuck you.” He turned around. “Come on. Apparently, Ink’s already sitting in his seat waiting for church to start.”

“Shit.” I put down my cup and stomped after Granite. “After last night, I don’t think Ink’s gonna be a joy to deal with this morning.”

“Do you blame him?”

“Of course not. All of us want to make those fuckers pay for what they did to Neon.”

I was about to fall into step next to him when Alyx called me, and I stopped to face her.

“What’s up?”

“I know this is none of my business,” she started as she got up from her seat, approaching me. “But be careful.”

“With what?”

“Wraith.”

Pressing my lips together, I straightened. “What do you mean?”

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