“You alright, Little T?”
She nods. “Where’re Ellie and Mae?”
“Safe.” He looks at me. “Your husband, however, needs first aid.”
Bay easily pulls out of Cairo’s hold and steps toward me. “C’mon, let’s get you home and cleaned up. We need a doctor.”
I look at Cairo, and he shrugs.
“I don’t need a doctor,” I reply, to which Bay gives me one of those haughty little eyebrow raises.
“I beg to differ.”
“I don’t,” I deadpan with a bit more bite than what she’s used to.
“Well…” She strides forward and rounds my body with nonchalance. “That’s too fuckin’ bad.”
EIGHTEEN
cairo
“Fuck! Fuck!You fuckingasshole!”
Huh.
The shit works.
I twist the safety feature of the pepper spray in my hand to prevent any accidental discharge in my direction when I look up and find Ozzy staring at me with an unimpressed expression, arms crossed, appearing highly unamused.
“What?” I press, shoving the shit into my back pocket. “Luisa gave it to me.”
“I need water!”
“Did you want me to try it on you?” I ask Oz, giving him a withering glower because Geezus, I didn’t know I would be hardcore judged for experimenting with the shit. “Lose the look, Oz.”
He doesn’t, and the motherfucker who shot off a few sniper rounds at Wallace’s funeral today is chained up and practically dangling from his feet, but he won’t shut up.
“Water!”
“You can’t tell me it’s not a cleaner and more effective way to start,” I proceed through this asshole’s requests. “We should get Bay some.”
Ozzy scoffs then, alluding to the idea Bay would shove it down my throat first, then use it.
Whatever.
“I need?—”
“Shutthe fuck up,” I clip out to the man-child suspended from the ceiling. He has to be working for De Leon because I’ve never met so much of a pussy in my entire life. “Who sent you?”
“Fuckyou,” he spits out through clenched, closed teeth. “I’m not sayingshit.”
Cool.
I deliver a right hand to his gut before rounding another with my left. I’m not so out of touch with what I’ve just done to come close to his face. “Try again.”
The sound of a knife flicks through the space, and Ozzy tosses it in the air and catches it by the handle.
He wants to play.
