The only family I have left.
The moment I enter the kitchen, I see Cairo leaning up against the counter and Ozzy chilling with his juice box in front of the kitchen island.
It’s an ambush if I’ve ever seen one.
And not a very good one at that.
At least Levi used to use his voice and scare the shit out of me first. These two give me a head-start on mapping out what I’m going to say and how I’m going to get what I want.
“Well…” I begin the moment my feet hit the hardwood. “Go ahead.”
“With?” Cairo crosses his arms along his black tee like a parental unit trying to get me to admit I fucked up.
Been there, done that.
Too old for it now.
“I’m ready for you to bitch at me,” I pose evenly. “I left the house against your wishes. I stole a car. I shot and killed a bitch. Now, here we are.”
He stares at me like I’m so moronic he can barely be in the same room as me.
I wouldn’t want to be either.
I did exactly what he told me not to do and his words, the things he asked of me, I threw those things out the window—with me along with it—when I went looking for Levi.
“If you’re good, I’m leaving.”
“Think again.”
Don’t need to.
My feet start for the front door, going to walk my unhappy ass the hell out of here. “Well, if you’re not going to wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze, I’m going to take off while I have the chance.”
“I think Oz would have something else to say about that.”
The mention of Oz has me flicking my attention over to him as I pass, and he’s blatantly staring at me.
And blatantly says nothing.
“Looks like I’m good to go.”
“Where?”
I’m about to say his mom’s house, but I decide against it. There’s no point in taunting him more than I already have. He’s already pissed off, and I’m not stable.
It doesn’t serve as a good scenario right now.
“I’m going to the garage,” I reply simply. “Then I’m meeting Juice and the girls.”
“One of us will go with you.”
“For?”
“Protection.”
I toss a thumb over my shoulder. “I have about a dozen of The Nameless outside. I think I’m fine.”
Cairo lifts his shoulders. “Don’t know them. Don’t care.”Fuck this guy.I move for the door when his words discharge across the room. “Take another inch toward that door, and I’ll have yourass,Little T.”
