“I agree with Lo,” Theo says.
Caz snorts. “Course you do.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means you can’t say no to her.” Caz holds up his palms. “Don’t shoot the messenger for telling the truth.”
“If I don’t disagree with Lo much, it’s because she usually speaks the truth and her decisions are always solid. That’s the reason, asshole, not because I’m trying to suck up, if that’s what you’re implying.”
“Wow, dude. You’re making a big fucking deal out of nothing. It was just an observation.”
“Well, it’s a fucking wrong observation,” Theo barks, and I look between the two of them wondering what the actual fuck is going on.
Has something happened I don’t know about?
Saint clears his throat again. “You two pussies done snarking at each other?”
A muscle clenches in Theo’s jaw, and I slide my hand under the table, placing it on his thigh. He flinches, and I stare at him, silently asking the question. He grips my hand as I move to pull away, linking his fingers in mine.
“You sure about this?” Saint asks me, pretending like the atmosphere isn’t thick with tension.
“No, but it’s the smart way to play it.”
Honestly, I want to go nuclear on that bitch’s ass. She tried to murder us, and she deserves to die. But if we take her out, her daddy will come after us with everything he’s got. We’re currently weakened with Galen and me injured. Plus, I still have my initiation tasks to deal with, along with discovering the identity of the mole within The Sainthood. We’re hoping the mole can help us uncover the evidence we need to put Sinner and the board away for the kidnapping and murder of Daphne Leydon, the police commissioner’s wife, a woman who was also the niece of the current US president. And I’d really like to stop Saint’s dad before he marries my mom.
Those are our priorities—not that vengeful bitch.
“We have enough on our plate right now,” I add.
“And it doesn’t mean we can’t come after her later for payback,” Saint suggests, onboard with the plan.
“I think we knock her about a bit and then return her to her daddy with a warning,” I say, squeezing Theo’s hand. He’s here, listening to the conversation happening around him, but not really here. I cast a quick glance at Caz, and he looks pissed. Something has definitely happened, and I need to get to the bottom of it.
“I say we go one step further,” Galen adds, swallowing his last mouthful of eggs. He’s ditched the sling, and he’s wincing every time he lifts the damn fork to his mouth, but I don’t bother calling him out on it, because he’s stubborn as fuck and he won’t listen to a word I say. “We’ll call the new president of The Bulls and tell him what they tried to pull. Let him dole out punishment.”
I nod, liking that plan more.
A beeping sound echoes from the wall-mounted panel by the door, claiming our attention. “What’s that?” I ask as the guys trade wary expressions.
Theo is already on his cell, stabbing buttons. “What the fuck?” he mumbles, his eyes darting to mine.
“What is it?”
“It’s your mom,” Theo replies. “She’s at the front gate.”
“My mom is here?” My jaw slackens.
Saint straightens in his chair. “How da fuck does she know about our place?”
“I haven’t told her.”
“We know, angel.” Galen rushes to reassure me so I know they aren’t accusing me.
“Maybe your dad told her,” I suggest.
Saint shakes his head. “He doesn’t know the location. He must know we have our own place, but he’s never asked, and I’ve never offered.”
“That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know,” I say, watching Theo text Mom the code for the gate.
