I nod at Jayce, and he lets me go. Grunting a little, I make my way to Cignette, and place a hand on her lower back. “Hey.”
She looks up at me. “He wants to kill me, doesn’t he?”
I grin. “If he does, then I’d love to see him try.”
Solo scoffs, making me grin wider.
“Did you drive here?” I ask Cignette.
“No. Uncle Chase had one of our Limos pick me and Mave up.”
I nod. “I can drop you home,” I tell her, to which she immediately shakes her head.
“I’m coming with you.”
“But your bodyguard–”
“Won’t be a problem,” she says. “I’ll talk to him.”
As if on cue, her phone rings, and when she pulls it out of her purse and looks at it, I know it’s Maverick before she can even confirm it.
“It’s him,” she says, then excuses herself and walks towards the other side of the lot to receive the call.
I reach my Harley – that’s parked next to Solo’s SUV – and take a sharp breath in before quickly straddling it. It’s only when I settle onto it that the ache from my wound registers again, but I try not to let it get to me and pull my keys out of my pocket.
“You sure you good to drive?” Solo asks. “Varsha or Alex can bring it over instead if you’re not comfortable.”
“I’m fine,” I tell him, then push my hair back and stretch my neck side to side.
A bout of silence follows, and I watch as Jayce, Alex, and Varsha get into the former’s jeep, while Cignette continues to speak on the phone. Her voice has elevated a little, and even though I can’t make out what she’s saying, it’s obvious that her and Maverick are having an argument.
“You know you’ve messed up, right?” Solo says after a while.
I smirk at him. “I knew I’d fucked up, and was utterly fucked, when I first got a taste of her.”
Solo’s jaw tightens at my words, and he purses his lips a little. “She’s an Adler, Dor. A fuckingAdler.” He sighs and places his hands on his hips. “It could have been anyone –anyonebut her.”
“But itisher,” I tell him, and make sure I’m looking him in the eyes while I do it. “It’sher, Solo, and nothing you say to me is going to change that.”
He searches my face, then snorts and shakes his head. “You’re fucked,” he muses, then chuckles. “Goddamn you, Dor. You’ve dug a hole for yourself, and now the rest of us will fall right into it with you and your little Barbie.”
I scowl. “Why do you guys keep calling her that?”
He seems confused by my question. “Keep calling herwhat?” he asks.
“ABarbie,” I sneer.
“Because she fucking looks like one,” Solo states. “Pink hair and shit – I don’t know.”
I roll my eyes. “How insightful.”
“You fucking asked.”
“My bad.”
He pauses and looks at me. “I’m serious, though; you’re putting the entire crew in danger.”
“They know what they’re getting into,” I say. “Besides, you know I wouldn’t have risked things if she didn’t mean shit.”
