“Fuck, princess,” Caz says, pinning me with a lust-drenched expression. “My cock is hard as a rock.”
I grin, because I can always rely on Caz to bring some levity.
And to be horny.
Out of all of them, I’m least mad at him.
Saint is seething, practically vibrating in his chair, and I’m sure he’d love to wrap his hands around my throat and angry fuck me into obedience. He’ll soon learn I’m not so easily swayed with sex anymore.
“Do you have to be so vulgar?” Diesel isn’t pleased, and that amuses me.
“Says the pedo,” Saint snarls. He’s so observant, but I don’t know if he’s genuinely picked up on the very thing that pushes Diesel’s buttons or he’s just reaching an obvious conclusion.
Diesel jumps up, but I grab hold of his arm, forcing him back down. “Ignore him. He’s pushing your buttons on purpose.” I lean into him and rub his arm in a soothing gesture, knowing it will wind Saint up.
Saint grabs his bottle, guzzling beer like it’s water, and I pretend like the way his throat works as he drinks isn’t hella sexy.
“Now that’s been sorted,” I continue, tossing my hair to one shoulder. “Let’s get back to Parker.” I turn to Diesel and explain. “Parker was Finn Houston’s girlfriend. Finn used to control Lowell High until these guys took control. She put my bestie in the hospital, and she made it clear she wanted my crown.”
“She tried to take Lo out at the warehouse,” Theo adds. “But Lo killed her first.” There’s a hint of admiration in his tone, which is wrong on so many levels.
“What did you do with the body?” I ask.
“Theo messaged me to clean up,” Galen admits. “I put her in the trunk of the Eclipse and Caz and Theo took it from there,” he adds.
“We burned the slunt’s remains,” Caz says, grinning, like burning a schoolmate’s body is an everyday occurrence.
“For fuck’s sake.” Saint rolls his eyes. “Seriously, dude?”
My brow puckers as I look between them, and then a light bulb goes off. I burst out laughing. “Word of the day?”
“Got it in one, princess.” Caz glances at the time on his cell. “Think that might be a record for me. It’s not even eleven.”
“Can we move this along?” Diesel says. “Some of us have work to do.”
“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” Saint says, smirking.
“Where are the remains now?” I ask, ignoring the latest jibe.
“Buried in the woods,” Theo confirms. “Don’t give it another thought. She’s gone.”
I probably should feel bad for taking another life, but Parker would’ve had no qualms killing me, and it was self-preservation, so I refuse to feel any remorse.
“Did Darrow see?” I ask Galen.
He nods. “But he doesn’t know how she died, and he couldn’t give a fuck about her.”
“Of course not,” Saint snaps. “He was preoccupied helping you plan Lo’s murder!”
Galen’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and he grips the table hard, digging his nails into the wood. “I don’t know what else you want me to say.” He throws his bottle at the wall, and broken glass mixed with sticky beer coats the floor. “I fucked up!” he shouts. “I’mfucked up. I never should’ve acted so recklessly, and I regret it, okay.” He leans forward on his elbows, beseeching me with his gorgeous green eyes. “If I could go back and do everything differently, I would.”
“I’m done listening to your pathetic excuses. You gave me to my ex to kill me! That shit will never be okay.” I hold those steel walls firmly around my heart, refusing to let his words breach the new barriers I’ve built. “Just answer my goddamn questions. What did Darrow say?”
He slumps in the chair, sighing, his face defeated. “He told me you were the one who gave up the location. Said you’d screwed both sides over and you’d continue to come between us if you weren’t dealt with.” He averts his eyes. “He suggested he could make you go away, and all I had to do was give him a ten percent cut of the next five shipments.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Saint hops up. “Are you fucking insane? On what planet would Sinner have ever agreed to that?”
“I was making it up as I went along,” Galen protests, pouting a little.
