I drive us to a parking structure with no cameras and park the car, tagging the location on my burner phone before dropping it in the front seat and moving to the car a few doors down and hopping in.
As we pull out of the parking structure, we see two of Mikey’s guys pulling into it. I wave to them and Scar looks over at me. “Not Mikey and Ronan?”
I nod. That had been the original plan, but she had missed where they decided to do a body dump tonight after Noah discovered a few more informants of Romano’s poking around our businesses. The guys decided to take care of them while we did this run. It’s partially why no one argued about us doing this alone without any backup or even coms.
“They’re with Ryder and Luca taking care of some rats.”
She sneers in disgust. “More? We’re infested.” I merely chuckle in agreement.
“They shouldn't be all that much later than we are. You know getting rid of the bodies is the worst part.”
“It’s why I don’t do it,” she says. It’s one thing about her that never fails to make me laugh. Her utter disdain of having to dispose of a body. She’s more than capable of doing it, but no part of her is willing to. She does everything she can to avoid exactly that.
We make it back to the house and she yawns, stretching her arms over her head. “You think D and Noah are asleep?”
“Probably not,” I answer. I don’t think any of us can sleep until she’s back home safely.
We walk into the house and find Noah walking out of the kitchen, Declan only half a step behind him. “Told you,” I start but trail off as I see curly red hair bouncing behind them. “Oh hey, Britt,” I drag out slowly.
Scar’s eyes go wide as she looks down at her bloody hands. She’s been careful to not touch anything, but it’s obvious what we’ve been up to.
Her eyes widen as she takes in Scar’s appearance, gasping. “Are you okay?”
Scar hums, biting her lip and scrunching her nose. “It’s not mine?”
“Oh,” Britt says, nodding. She starts wringing her hands together. “That’s good then.”
“We didn’t know you were here,” Scar explains. Everyone else here is used to blood showing up. Hell, Noah didn’t even bat an eyelash when Scar came back half naked and covered in bloody handprints. Compared to that, this is nothing.
There’s an awkward silence for a moment before Britt just waves Scar off.
“Pretty girl, you should go shower,” Declan chimes in.
“Right,” she agrees. “I’ll be back,” she promises to Britt. She doesn’t look shaken, just surprised to see her friend covered in blood. She was worried at first but calmed down quickly. I think Scar may be worrying more than needed.
As soon as she walks out of the room I turn to the fiery redhead and arch a brow. “You really all good?”
She gives me her signature smart ass smirk and before she even opens her mouth, I know she’s accepted this part of our world. “You think if I pretend to cry Scar will let me use her tits as a pillow?”
Declan scoffs, “You’d get awkward head pats at best.”
“And a bottle of whiskey,” Noah adds.
Britt shrugs, a small smile playing on her lips. “I like whiskey and head pats.”
We all stay quiet for several moments before I sigh. “You know she’s probably panicking that she freaked you out, right? Probably worried that you are about to run.”
She huffs a small laugh. “I know, but she won’t be able to get rid of me that easily.”
“How are you, really?”I ask as soon as I make my way back into the room. I took the fastest shower I could, so she wasn’t waiting for me.
She smiles and waves the guys off. I love that they stayed with her while I showered. Declan squeezes my hip as he walks past me, leading the guys out of the kitchen and heading to the living room.
I study her, I could hear them laughing together as I walked back, but I know Britt. I saw the emotions that flashed in her eyes. She’s smiling now, but I know that her feelings are more complex than that.
“You don’t have to lie to me,” I tell her.
Brittany and I hardly ever do these deep talks, but I think it’s about time we had one. I knew from the first time I met her that we were similar in this regard.