“I say that because I know you better than most. Your actions are a distraction to others, but I see through them. Trust me, I know how to read people. It’s essential to what I do.”
“Oh, yeah? Tell me, Carl, what do you see when you look at me?”
“Someone so deeply hurt, they act like a wounded animal.”
He’s not wrong.
“Back to Priest,” I say, redirecting the conversation. “It would be good to get this over with as quickly as possible.”
“We’re in agreement on that.”
“How does tomorrow sound?”
“Tomorrow?” Carl sounds annoyed.
“It’s a little out of the way, but if you can get someone to manage the show in your absence, I think it will be worth it because it works best for everyone’s schedule.”
“Fine. Send over the details and I’ll make it happen.”
I send Carl the address and time, the open Priest’s text box.
Samantha:Carl will be there tomorrow @ 2.
Priest:Is the plan still on?
Samantha:oh, it’s on
Priest:How do I know I can trust you?
Samantha:Because nobody wants to destroy the Hunks more than I do.
Priest:Prove it…
I pull up a new text box, including both Priest and Cassie Hoffman.
Samantha:Cassie, do me a favor and show Priest the picture you sent me earlier.
A moment later, a picture pops up on the screen.
Samantha:Be there at noon so we can ready our offense.
Priest:see you soon
THIRTY-TWO
Toxic
With everyone on high alert,the bus has become a nightmare. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since the video dropped, and already two Hunks have left, though they were so new, I didn’t expect them to stay.
Pistol was one. He was a cool guy, but his dancing was shit and Carl would have booted him eventually. The other one was an asshole not worth remembering.
It’s beginning to feel like the end. Or maybe it’s been feeling like that for a while.
My phone vibrates with a message from my mother.
Mother:Tell that pretty blonde apology accepted
Toxic:got it
