Thor stutters, unable to push out words.
I push past him, laying eyes on my sister sitting up in his bed. She’s fully clothed, thank fuck.
“Cynthia, get out here now,” I order.
“Hunter, my brother. The bestest brother ever,” Cynthia chirps.
Wonderful—she isn’t lucid.
“I slept on the sofa, man. I didn’t take advantage of her, I swear.” Thor stumbles over his words.
“You better not have. Cynthia is not well; you know that.” I glare lasers into him.
“I know, man. She's amazing though, truly. I care about her.” Thor crosses his arms, seeming to feel strongly about that.
I suck in a deep breath, counting to ten in my head to avoid hitting him.
Cynthia scoots out the door, beaming at me.
Sighing, I say to her, “Come on. Let's get you changed and get you some food.”
I will have to speak to Jax about this. I don’t want it to spiral out of control.
After feeding my sister and dropping her off in our room with strict instructions to stay put, I go on the search for Jax.
He ends up finding me as I make my way to his office.
“Oh, good. I was looking for you,” Jax says.
“Yeah, same. I need to talk to you about Thor and Cynthia.”
Jax scratches his neck in agitation and grimaces. “I’ll deal with that little bomb later. Have you had time to question the captive, Maxim?”
“Not yet. I was waiting for the guys coming with me to be free.”
“Now is a good time, then.” Jax decides.
Thank fuck. I need to take a pound out of Maxim’s ass.
“I’ll go get them now.”
“Good man.” Jax explains.
Luckily, I run into Synn and Frost on the way to their rooms.
“We’re on orders to go question Maxim. And we need Purge for this.” I tell them.
Frost rubs his hands together in glee. “Bloodshed sounds good.”
I shake my head. “Rein it in, Frost.”
I can’t even look at Synn. It seems that asshole finally got a piece of Pretty Girl. I suppose it was inevitable, though that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
The three of us go and get Purge from the computer room. I explain what we’re doing, and he grins.
“About time,” Purge says.
Purge
