I purse my lips in thought. I know I've heard this band somewhere...
The thought barely passes before the next song comes on.
“I’m the bad guy, I’m a savage...” it starts, and I yelp.
“Oh, my God. This is the song the fuckers tortured me with, in The Morgue!”
Valley gets a surprised look on her face, moving to turn it off, but I stop her.
“It’s okay. It's not a traumatic memory. I want to hear more.”
Valley hugs me, Cynthia joining in to hug me, also. She is lost to the serious emotions, focusing on the fun vibes.
They start dancing again, and I tap my foot. It is catchy.
The songs continue to play, and before I know it, I join them in dancing. I have no idea how much time passes, but the same songs play repeatedly.
I learn some of the lyrics quickly, so I start to sing along, at the top of my lungs, “I’m a popular fucking monster!”
I totally identify with that.
Valley grabs her phone, scrolling through it. “Want to see how hot Ronnie Radke is? The lead singer.”
I shrug, then Cynthia chimes in. “Oh my God, wifey. He's soooo totally sexy. Tall, covered in tattoos... yum.”
“Well, fuck—now I have to see,” I say. Valley pulls up some pictures, and I fan myself dramatically. “Damn. Hot as fuck is right.”
The music is so loud, we don’t realize when someone comes in. Valley's phone is plucked from her hand.
“Nope,” an unapologetic Purge declares as he snatches it away from her.
“Seriously? Caveman.” I stick out my tongue at him.
I notice Bryan and Thor are with him. Bryan just rolls his eyes, but Thor is standing with his arms crossed, glaring.
“For fuck’s sake,” Cynthia says in exasperation. “You’re hanging out with wifey's guys too much.”
I burst out laughing, holding my side as tears leak out of my eyes.
Cynthia goes to Thor, who takes her hand, leading her from the room. Bryan does the same with Valley after getting her phone back from Purge.
That leaves me and my sexy hacker. I flash him a brilliant smile.
Purge leans in close, stealing my breath with one hell of a kiss. His hands roam down my body, and I ignite like a bonfire.
“Let’s take this back to your room?” I suggest. “If no one else is there.”
He hits me with a panty-melting smile. “Hell yeah, Iskra. I’m dying to have you all to myself.”
Two days pass with no issues.
It doesn’t escape me that we haven’t talked about where we’ll live, but we’re all enjoying just being alive. It's like a celebration, and we’re all having a blast.
We're all in the kitchen, grabbing breakfast and coffee. My plate is piled high with pancakes and bacon, a cup of steaming hot ambrosia in my other hand.
We all sit at the table, chatting amongst ourselves.
Jax walks in, clearing his throat.
