“No, I am not. We all have agreed without talking about it to share, right? Anyone not good with that?” Harris fires back.
Valley starts laughing. “You fucking lucky bitch.”
Bryan laughs along with her. “You are indeed lucky, Phoenyxx. You have your hands full, though.”
“Well?” Harris is starting to lose his patience, tapping his foot.
“Man... dammit. Yes, I agree,” I say first.
“I agree,” Frost.
“This is bullshit. Fine—I agree.” Synn.
“If it’s the only way I can have her, then I agree.” Ghost.
“I agree too.” Purge.
“I don’t mind sharing with my bros.” Trikk.
3 makes a strangled sound. The guy tries to talk, but nothing comes out. He just nods once.
Good enough for me. Though that little fucker isn’t touching my Fiasca.
Reading my mind, Synn says it out loud, “3, you are not included.”
“Give the boy a break,” Harris says. “Now, are we ready to go? Everyone is waiting.”
Everyone starts walking with Harris, but I hang back, needing to touch Fiasca. She goes to pass me, but I pull her back, lacing my fingers through hers. I lean over, whispering in her ear, “Naked wrestling soon, beautiful.”
Fiasca squeezes my hand. “You’d better. You owe me. Also, fight lessons.”
I smirk. “You know it, baby.”
Hunter
These damn boys are beyond a handful. It's going to take theentirety of the ZYGOS team to keep them from killing each other and that poor mute boy, 3. I make a mental note to dig into him; I at least need to find out his name.
I lead this ragtag group to the kitchen, where everyone’s waiting at the large table. We all file in, and Jax stands when he sees us and motions us over.
“Everyone—these are the people staying with us for a while. Please welcome them.”
Everyone mutters a “Nice to meet you.”
“Can you all step forward and introduce yourselves?” Jax asks the group with me.
Pretty Girl goes first. “I’m Phoenyxx, I was in The Retreat,” she says nervously.
Valley follows her. “Valley, also from the stupid Retreat.”
Bryan is next. “Bryan, same as the other two.”
Synn goes next. “Synn, leader of The Sadistic Six.”
An incredulous Ghost blurts, “Like fuck...”
Giggles come from the girls.
The others follow, until we get to 3. I speak up on his behalf. “This is 3; he’s mute. He was at The Retreat. We know nothing about him, but we will find out,” I say to him, determination on my face. 3 gives a small wave, then steps back.
