I nod in the direction he and London disappeared, only for them to come out a second later.
"Two ladies," Alec corrects himself.
"Alec, London. London, Alec." I introduce the two and hope the formalities won't increase the rampant jealousy overpowering the pain in my body.
"Hey, ‘sup?" Alec shakes her hand briskly and nods to Silver.
London climbs onto the stool next to me and Silver steps into his kitchen area to lean on a counter, his arms crossing over his broad chest. He keeps his eyes trained on me and I can't help but wonder if he hates the distance between us as much as I do.
"Alright." London smacks the counter. "I'd like to start this meeting by saying,what the fuck?" She looks directly at Miller. "You realized you signed your death wish when you shot him, right?"
"Shot who?" Alec is the first to follow her up.
"Ricardo," I fill the rest of the group in. "Miller shot Ricardo after he stormed into his house and found me and London." I narrow my attention on Miller. "How did you know I was there?"
Alec shoots a stare between Miller and me, his head practically whipping back and forth.
"I put a tracker on you, okay? Shoot me." Miller throws up his hands. "What else was I supposed to do, clearly something was going on and you wouldn't tell anyone? I had to do something."
"Where is it?" I ask him. "The tracker."
Miller draws in a breath and exhales. "It's in both of the bags."
"You took me shopping," I say through gritted teeth. "Just to put a fucking tracker on me?"
"That's not the only reason," he blurts out. "I wanted to. I also just happened to see an opportunity that I couldn't pass up."
I shove the overpriced clutch across the counter. "Take it back. I don't want it anymore."
Out of the corner of my eye, I see London perk up, her eyebrows raising and her finger pressing to her lips. "I mean, if you don't want it, I'll take it."
"You're not helping." I glare at her and quickly turn my attention to Miller.
Alec clears his throat and then rubs his hand on it. "It's not entirely Miller's fault." He flinches like he's anticipating being hit.
"What did you do?" I ask him.
"I'm the one who brought it up." Alec takes a cautious step back and puts up his hands in defeat. "You got drunk and said that shit about Ricardo and killing your boss and shit. I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I knew he cared about you, and I shouldn't have invaded your privacy, but I was worried. I'm sorry."
I want to be mad at him, I really do, but damn is it hard when he's looking at me the way that he is. With remorse and actual concern. None of which Miller is exuding.
"And what's your excuse?" I turn my attention to Miller. "What else are you hiding from me?"
"Are you kidding me?" Miller barks back. "When are you going to tell us what's going on with Ricardo?"
London scratches her head and averts her gaze, matching the same expression that Alec is wearing. Silver keeps his arms crossed and glances around the room.
"You all fucking know?" Miller finally catches on. "And I'm left in the dark, why?"
"Probably because you're a loose cannon," London chimes in. "You shot him without even thinking twice. It's no wonder she didn't trust you enough to tell you."
Miller's face drops and for the first time all day, I actually feel sorry for keeping him in the dark. "Is that the truth?" His blue eyes don't dare leave mine. "You don't trust me?"
I shake my head. "It's not like that, Miller."
"What is it then?" He shifts his head toward Alec and Silver. "You trust them but don't trust me?"
"It wasn't supposed to be this way." I clutch my injured arm to my chest and wish I could disappear from thin air. I hate this, the weight of his disappointing stare. I never wanted to hurt him, any of them, but that's all I seem to do.
