His lip trembles. “Ask Taylor. She’s the one he was screwing.”
“Last name, asshole,” Saint asks, kicking him in the side.
“Tamlin. Her name is Taylor Tamlin.”
Bry curses, and we all turn to him. “You know her?” I ask.
“She’s the blonde I was with at the party,” he explains, looking me directly in the face. I remember her—she was gloating over what went down between Dar and me until Bry shoved her off his lap to chase me. “I’d no idea she had ties to The Bulls.”
“Perhaps, she was the link who brought The Bulls and The Arrows together,” Theo says, and he’s already tapping away on his cell.
“Who is she?” Saint’s gaze bounces between John and Bry.
“I know nothing about her,” Bry says, “except she’s a lousy lay.” He glances at John. “Your brother had shit taste in women.” He eyeballs Saint. “I can ask around. See who brought her to the party. Find out if Dar knows her.”
“Be discreet,” Saint warns.
“I am not a moron.” Bry narrows his eyes to slits.
“Debatable,” Galen pipes up.
“Focus!” I snap, pressing the knife to John’s throat again. “Tell us everything you know about her.”
“My brother was fucking her behind his wife’s back, and the kill request came through her, but that is all I know. You’ll have to ask her.”
“This is a waste of time,” Caz says, lighting up a cigarette. “You so fluke, man.” He grins widely.
“Dude, no.” Theo shakes his head, and I laugh.
“Trending today?” I guess, and Caz nods. “I want in on this,” I add.
“It could be a competition,” he replies, his eyes lighting up.
I get up, done with the douche on the floor. “I’m game.” I waggle my brows. “Starting from tomorrow.”
“Fuck my life.” Saint groans, shaking his head as he presses his booted foot under John’s chin, keeping him down on the floor. “Take princess to the car.” He pulls out a gun, and his expression turns serious.
“Hell no.” I tuck my knife in the back pocket of my jeans as Caz and Galen aid Saint in keeping John on the floor. Caz rips the bottom of John’s shirt, stuffing his mouth with the torn strip, muffling his shouts and cries. “I’m going nowhere.” I challenge Saint with my eyes, and he stares right through me. But his intimidation tactics don’t work on me anymore. I prod my finger in his chest. “I’m one of you now. I won’t be shielded.”
“Very well.” He holds my gaze for another few seconds before swinging his eyes in John’s direction. “Don’t bother saying a prayer, motherfucker.” He points the gun at his head. “Because prayers don’t work when your destination is hell.” He pulls the trigger, pumping two rounds into his skull, and John dies instantly.
Saint cleans his gun, wiping it down, before tucking it into the back of his jeans. He looks at Galen. “Instruct the cleanup crew to take care of him.” Galen nods before exiting the room.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Grabbing my hand, Saint pulls me toward the door, and we get the hell out of Dodge.
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“Are we goingto your place?” I inquire after I’ve finished filling them in on my week. I’m waiting until we get back to tell them about my initiation tasks because shit will hit the fan when they find out what the psycho expects me to do.
“Nah,” Caz puffs on a cigarette while I rest my head on his shoulder. Saint is driving, Galen is beside him in the passenger seat, and Theo is on the other side of me, nose buried in his tablet. “Not with dickhead Eccleston in tow.”
Bry is driving behind us. Saint wants to hear about his initiation tasks, too. And he probably wants to rub his nose in it about me a little more.
“We’re going back to the house,” Saint confirms. “The oldies are out, doing menu tastings or some shit.”
I sit up straighter, leaning my head through the gap in the front seats. “What’s been happening since I’ve been gone?” Mom texted me a few times, but we haven’t spoken.
Awkward silence filters into the air.
