She yawns against his chest, and I take that as my cue to step in.
“Alright, Wren, it’s really late, time to get to sleep. Hop in.” I gesture toward the bed, and she steps back from Elias, telling him goodnight before she obediently climbs up the center of the bed, giving us a perfect view of her ass hanging out below the hem of her T-shirt.
Jagger smacks Elias in the back of the head when he sees him staring.
“Ow!” They have a little stare-off before Elias concedes and leaves the room in a huff. I give Jagger a nod of approval. Can’t have Elias thinking he can look at her like that. If it were someone else, outside of this group, I probably would have done a lot worse than that if I caught them looking at her like that.
I’m not sure when I started not wanting to maim Elias altogether, but he is beginning to show his value. Besides, Wren is fond of him, and I have a feeling she’d be devastated if he were to get seriously injured.
I wonder how she’d feel if he had fewer fingers? Although I suppose all that tech stuff he does on his computer would be more complicated to do.
Pity.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
WREN
“Ivote we just charge in there and start killing them all,” Pete says, flicking his knife open and closed from where he’s sprawled out across the chair, his legs and head hanging over opposite ends.
“That’s perfect, if you’re looking to get killed,” Elias says, shaking his head as he paces back and forth in the living room.
We’ve been at this for the past two hours. Elias has located Robert in a large fenced house, similar to our home in Arizona. It’s only twenty-five minutes away, and so far, we’ve been unable to decide on the best way to get rid of him.
Dex and Pete want to charge in headfirst and kill everyone. Sly and Jagger want to go stake out the place and make their move when it's quiet.
But Elias wants to make a complete plan before doing anything, and I agree. Which means we’re split three ways.
“That’s why we need to stake the place out and wait for an opening,” Sly says from my side as he stretches his neck.
“We need to make a plan first,” Elias says for the tenth time, frustration edging his tone.
“I think since we’re split three ways, Wren gets to make the decision,” Dex says, surprising me. I turn in his lap to look at him in question. “He’s your brother, you should make the call.”
I lean forward and quickly brush my lips against his in thanks before turning back to face everyone else. He holds me firmly against him. He really does make the best chair.
“We stake it out first, then we come back here and make a plan. I don’t see a reason to rush into this. Besides, don’t you guys want to figure out how to clear your names before killing him?”
I see them all exchanging glances, as if there is something they’re not telling me. “What is it? What aren’t you saying?” I ask nervously.
“Even if we can prove that we were wrongfully charged, we still broke out of prison,” Sly says, grabbing my hand and rubbing his thumb soothingly over the back of my palm.
My gaze swings to Elias. “But you said you’d be able to help get their charges dropped.”
He runs his hand down the back of his head before dropping his gaze to the floor. “I did. But considering I’m on the FBI’s wanted list now too… I’m not sure I’ll be able to do anything.”
Tears fill my eyes as the full extent of the situation hits me. My eyes bounce between all of them. “Then you’ll never be free. You’ll always have to watch your back for the rest of your lives.”
I sniffle, and Dex lifts one of his large hands to stroke down the side of my head. “Baby, I don’t think you realize, but we were living like that before prison, anyway.”
“At least us four were,” Pete adds, referring to the four of them.
“I constantly had to look over my shoulder,” Sly adds with a nod.
Jagger raises his hands and signs,“At least now, we don’t have to do it alone. We have each other.”
“I’d rather be on the run from the feds for the rest of my life than live the shitty excuse of a life I had before prison,” Dex tells me.
I turn my eyes to Elias. “What about you? You’ve given up everything to save me, and now you’re a wanted criminal.” My stomach knots with guilt, realizing what I’ve done to him. “I’ve ruined your life.”
