“No, I’m not,” I said, refusing to move from the comfort of Gray. “But I will be.”
“Yes, you will,” Ash spoke up, his tone low, and I knew Gray was as surprised as me. “You’re so much fucking stronger than you think, Quinn. Why do you think you’ve always been the queen?”
Turning, I met his stare in the rearview mirror. “You really think that?”
“Never thought, always knew it,” he answered as he flicked his gaze off the road and met my wide-eyed stare once more. “We’ll get them, Queeny, I promise.”
Jett murmured his agreement, and I turned back to look at Gray.
“And then what?”
“We end them.” Gray’s look was hard, and I felt fear tingling down my spine as I looked back at him.
“For me?”
“No. For us.” He looked over my shoulder to his brother and his cousin before he looked back at me. “For all of them.”
Chapter 33: Gray
Lying her gently on the bed, I pulled a blanket over her and backed slowly out of her room, closing the door softly behind me. My head rested on it for a moment before I turned to Ash and Jett, both standing in the middle of the room, waiting.
“She’s asleep.” It was a redundant thing to say; they knew that. She’d fallen asleep on my lap on the way home, and I hadn’t wanted to wake her to go into her house. I may have my hand in a splint, but I could still carry my girl.
“What now?” Ash asked as he rocked back on his feet, his hands in his back pockets.
“It’s a Saturday night,” Jett spoke up. “Getting drunk and fucking shit up sounds like a good idea.”
“Mayhem?” Ash perked up and grinned when I pulled my bandana from my neck.
“Well, I’m dressed for it.” I looked back at the closed door. “I don’t want to leave her though.”
“We don’t need you for Mayhem,” Jett said quickly. “Ava’s gone to see her mom in Knoxville. She isn’t back until the morning.” He nudged Ash with his shoulder. “Let’s go cause some trouble.”
I felt torn. I wanted to go — I could do with a good fight — but my hand hindered me, and as I glanced at the door again, the idea of leaving Quinn to wake up and me not be with her didn’t feel right.
“You are so wifed up,” Ash mocked me as he shook his head in disgust.
Jett snorted as he made his way to the bathroom. “Gotta piss, be back in a minute.”
Which left me and Ash with no Jett as buffer. “Wifed up?”
“You may as well get down on one knee and get it over with.Put us all out of our misery.” He turned to look at the framed pictures Quinn had, and I knew it was now or never.
“I don’t expect you to be okay with this, but you’ve been over for almost two years. You still telling me that the heartache is there?”
“You never touched her before we broke up?”
“I never touched her when she was your girlfriend.” I was making sure he got the distinction. “What I did and didn’t do before and after isn’t your concern.”
His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared at the wall. “Fuck, that’s cold.”
“Not cold. Honest.”
Ash smirked and looked at me. “Honest? Aren’t you about two years too late for that?”
“I’ve never lied to you.”
“But you were never very truthful either.”
