I don’t know what happened, but she just peppered six bullets into that blonde friend of hers.
The one who’s currently dead as fuck in the middle of some random parking lot.
“Do you know what you’ve just fuckin’done?” Hot Rod carps out, his body rigid as he continues to work his way into popping the blood vessel bulging at his forehead. “You sent the fuckin’phototo the motherfucker trying to get us allkilled!”
Wait, what?
Mindlessly, I step forward and pluck the cell phone clutched in Hot Rod’s palm and power on the screen like it’s my right.
And low and behold, it’s a candid shot of the Nessa chick dead as a damn doornail.
With her brown eyes open.
To say I was fully cognizant of the shitshow that would ensue when Bay left the house is far from an understatement now. The absolutelastthing I would’ve put money on was the little raven-haired troublemaker killing someone tonight.
Herfriend,of all fucking people.
Then having the mind to snap a damn picture and send it to?—
“Where did you send this shit to, Little T?” I solicit evenly because the phone number is just a number with no name attached.
“And are you not fucking capable of watching one woman?” I blink and pull a seething Hot Rod into my view. His hazel eyes bore straight into me. He wasn’t this close a few seconds ago, and now he’s within stabbing distance. “Do you need us to do it for you? Because, stupidly enough, Wallace believedyouhad some fucking idea of what you’re doing. Hence why you’reinSouth Shore without a knife inserted in your chest.”
I think this motherfucker’s temporary power has gone straight to his head.
He’s got me fucked up if he believes he’s going to talk to me like this. I’m already positioned to take his fuckin’ ass down within the next second without lifting a finger.
Especially if he doesn’t get the hell out of my fucking face.
“You’ve got five seconds,” I reply calmly, not moving an inch nor sparing another blink at the Hulk of a dude Levi calls his right-hand man. “And if you’re still breathing on me, I’m gonna find a hole right next to that blonde bitch you call a friend and burn you alive in it.”
The asshole progresses forward to hit me—I guess—before Juice shows up, mom-arming him to a halt.
Good idea.
“Now, now,” Juice quips with two hard pats to Rod’s wide chest. “We’re not gonna do all that.” His eyes flick up to where Bay’s ass is still parked, hitting the blunt Juice gave her minutes ago with nonchalance. “I think we have bigger problems on our hands.”
Yeah, my problem.
After their previous display of pampering and obviously permittingherto traipse around without any discipline, this is what happens.
Those fucking days are over.
“Where did this photo go?” I ask again, shoving the phone into Hot Rod’s chest because I don’t give a flying shit where his emotions are at. Mine are heightened and rattled. I’ve never felt fear the way I did when Oz told me she was gone.
“De Leon,” Juice answers carefully, as if he was the one who did it. “Our little princess had a point to prove.”
For the love of God…for fucking what now?
Besides the obvious drive-by, what the hell does the blonde have to do with anything?
I’ll get those answers, but I don’t have time to obtain them and bitch. There’s a dead body lying in the middle of this abandoned parking lot, and with my luck a pig is going to stroll by to see what’s up.
“Oz,” I call out, shoving back my personal issues of Bay’s psychotic aside because I’m already dealing with several others here. “Get her home.”
“Where’s Levi?”
All three pairs of eyes descend on Bay except mine.
