This interaction is new and completely unsettling.
I bite off a massive chunk of pizza, swallowing slowly, as I wait for Saint to explain.
“It appears Luke McKenzie was tied up with The Bulls, a gang operating out of Fenton,” he says. “They’re out for blood, and we’re going to give them Parker and Finn on a platter.”
I almost choke on a mouthful of pizza. I chew fast and swallow. “They didn’t murder that douche.”
“No one knows that but us,” Theo says. The pizza sits in my stomach like a lead balloon. I’ve been cocky thinking the guys couldn’t use that evidence against me, but this changes things.
“We’re not going to use it against you,” Saint adds, as if he’s read my mind.
I peer into his eyes. “Why not?”
“That’s something we can get into later. Right now, we focus on pinning the murder on Finn and Parker, and we let The Bulls deal with them.” He nods over my shoulder. “Wipe it clean.”
I turn around in time to watch Theo rub a cloth over my gun, removing my fingerprints. He cleans the bullets too, leaning down as he inspects the casings with a sharp eye. He lifts his head slowly. “Where’d you get these bullets from?”
“I found them in my dad’s office after he died. The gun too,” I lie. “Why?”
He scratches the back of his head. “Just curious.” His false smile tells me everything he hasn’t said. Something on the bullets has caught his attention.
Fuck. I need to ask Diesel where he got them and give him a heads-up.
Saint stares at Theo, and they have one of their silent conversations as he pulls me in closer to his body, kissing the side of my head. I don’t think he realizes he’s done it. Galen’s mouth drops open, and Caz smothers a smile.
“So, The Bulls will be at the club tomorrow, I guess?” I ask, redirecting the conversation as I pick a piece of pepperoni off the pizza and pop it in my mouth, while snuggling in closer to Saint.
God, he smells divine. Like vanilla mixed with spice and orange blossom in a thoroughly masculine way. It’s both sweet and sour, just like him.
“We’ve already arranged a meet,” Saint confirms. “We’ll give them an altered version of the truth and hand over the evidence. They’ll do the rest.”
“What about Beth and the other bitches? They’re not getting out of this unscathed.”
“We thought we’d let you and Theo work on that,” Saint adds. “Dig through their backgrounds, and find something we can use to bury them.”
“I’d rather just bury a machete in their faces,” I say.
Caz chuckles. “I’d pay good money to see that bitch fight.”
“They’ll be expecting retaliation,” Saint says. “Let’s make them sweat a bit. And if we need to extract a blood debt, we can make that happen in a way that won’t get you arrested or expelled from school.”
I lift my head up, staring directly into his blue eyes. “Why are you helping me? What’s in it for you?”
“Your friend got caught up in our shit. She’s lying in a hospital bed because of it. We always exact payback,” Saint confirms.
“And we always clean up our own mess,” Galen adds.
CHAPTER 28
ISTARE ATmy reflection in the mirror, knowing I’ll get a reaction from the guys in this dress. It’s a tight black mini with embellished sequins overlaid on velvet fabric that hugs my curves in all the right places. The spaghetti straps are different lengths because the top of the dress is higher on one side. The material is ruched around my middle, and I’ve pulled the adjustable string tight over my left thigh, raising the hem higher on that side so I’m flashing a considerable amount of skin. High-heeled black ankle boots complete the look, elongating my long legs.
My hair falls in straight lines over my shoulders, and I’ve gone heavy with the eyeliner and mascara, sporting my usual smoky eye and red lips look.
With the hickeys coloring my skin, the scars on the tops of my arms, and half my back tattoo, on full display, I look pretty in a badass kinda way.
Should be perfect to fit into the crowd at the club tonight.
