Bane’s grin widens. The big fucker is enjoying this.
“Later, baby. I promise.”
Turning my head, I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting to me. This is crazy.
Alone in the office with Foxy, I watch as she settles back into the chair behind the desk and studies me with her bright green eyes.
“So...” she starts, an amused smile playing on her lips. “You and Bane, huh?”
My head rears back. Is she on fucking crack? Me and the asshole who kidnapped me?
“Are you out of your goddamn mind, lady? My hands are zip-tied behind my back! That asshole kidnapped me!” I snarl, my breathing ragged.
She opens her mouth to reply when a rustling sound comes from under the desk.
Chest heaving, I glance down. What the actual fuck? I watch in absolute disbelief as a raccoon—an actual freaking raccoon—scurries out and climbs into Foxy’s lap.
“Is that a—” I shake my head, not believing what I’m seeing.
“Yeah,” she smiles, looking down at the rodent. “This is Panda.”
Panda. Of course, it has a name. Closing my eyes, I pull in a deep breath. You can’t make this shit up. If by some miracle I make it out of this nightmare circus alive, nobody will ever fucking believe me.
Opening my eyes, I shake my head.
Foxy’s stroking the raccoon’s fur like it’s a house cat.
“If you say so,” she murmurs, her smile never wavering.
I stare at the raccoon.
Then at Foxy.
Then back at the raccoon.
“What the hell is happening right now?” I whisper.
Foxy just laughs.
Chapter Four
Bane
“Tell me again why you brought her here?” Tacoma digs a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it with the silver Zippo Foxy got him for Christmas.
Well shit. That’s not what I was expecting him to ask. I hadn’t planned on him finding out about Frankie at all.
Buying myself a minute, I pull out the pack of Regs from my cut, take one out, and light it. Fuck it. Might as well tell him the truth; he’s seen her now. “I was gonna take her to the bunker, but when Stella called Journey, I had to improvise.”
“Yo!” I glance down the hallway at Gator. He quirks a brow and lifts his hands. “What’s going on?”
“Shit hit the fan,” I call back.
He nods his head and disappears into the chapel.
“What are you gonna do with the girl? You can’t keep her here.”
I take a long, slow drag, letting the nicotine hit my system. I honestly have no fucking clue what I’m going to do with the little troublemaker. Part of me wants to punish her for stealing my money. The other part wants to drag her ass to my bed and make her work off every penny another way. I’m not about to tell my brother that, though.
