Hmm. That’s interesting.Is he referencing the pics of Galen’s mom?Everyone knows she’s a junkie, and I doubt anyone is shocked she’s hooking. I’m only surprised because my dad had them.Am I missing something here?
“You seriously need to get laid,” Caz adds. “Blue balls make you cranky as hell.”
Galen grunts, and I feel the daggers digging into my back. “Not like that’s happening anytime soon.”
I twist around, smiling sweetly. “I’ll crawl in there and fuck you right now if it means you stop being an almighty pain in my ass.”
“You hate him,” Theo reminds me, looking up from his tablet to join the land of the living for a change.
I shrug. “I don’t have to like him to have sex with him.”
Saint whips his head to mine. “If you didn’t have a great rack and a sweet ass, I’d almost mistake you for a dude.”
I scoff. “Don’t be sexist. If I was a guy and I made that statement, you’d all be whooping and hollering and patting me on the back. Why can’t I enjoy sex and speak my mind, no matter how salacious my thoughts might be?”
“Because it’s not very ladylike,” Theo replies, becoming more invested in this conversation.
“I’ve zero interest in being a lady.”
“I don’t think your mom would be pleased,” he adds, inciting my rage.
“Like I give a fuck what that backstabbing bitch says.” I spin around in my seat, folding my arms across my chest, annoyed at Theo’s comments and the fact I’ve just shared a part of myself with the dickheads.
“Lo—”
“I’m done talking about her, Theo,” I say, interrupting him before he can probe any further. I stare at the side of Saint’s head as he drives us toward the rougher part of Lowell. “Where are we going, and what are we doing?”
“An answer for an answer,” he says, eyeballing me.
I sigh, pursing my lips for show. “Fine. I was at a hotel in Channing. The Regent.”
Disbelief is etched across his face as he shoots me some serious side-eye.
I pull the papers Sariah gave me from my jeans pocket. “Here. Check the receipts if you don’t believe me.” Thank God, I made a reservation for Sariah and Sean at the hotel last night. I had a feeling I might need proof.
He glances at them briefly. “A suite? You better have been alone.” He narrows his eyes, and a chill tiptoes up my spine.
I was savvy enough to book it in my name alone, and Sariah snuck Sean in for some sexy time. I glare back at him. “I was alone. Plotting ways to murder you all in your sleep.”
His lips tug up. “Come up with anything creative?”
“I’m all about the art, baby,” I purr, licking my lips.
“You can get creative while I sleep anytime, princess.” Caz holds the back of my chair as he leans forward. “Myblue balls would thank you.”
I might be imagining it, but I swear I see Saint shivering.
I reach around and pat Caz’s hand. “I’d take care of that for you if it wasn’t for the moody cockblocker in the driver’s seat.”
“You’ll take care of it when I tell you you can take care of it,” Saint says. “Right now, we need to focus because we’re only five minutes away.”
I sit up straighter. “I answered your question, so now it’s your turn. Where are we going?”
He turns to me, grinning. “To blow some shit up.”
CHAPTER 22
“WHAT ARE YOUblowing up?” I ask as we slow down across from a row of houses. A couple of them are boarded up, a few are in obvious need of a paint job, and others have neglected gardens, giving the entire area a run-down feel.
