“Thanks, Rae.” Owen’s eyes softened as he looked up at me. “I’m not planning to stop thanking you.”
I patted the hand I was holding. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” I shot Warrant a cool look—I wasn’t actually that mad at him, but didn’t want him to know it yet—and said, “You’d better watch that apple.” I nodded toward Owen’s tray. “They tend to go missing around this one.”
Owen frowned, looking between me and Warrant, but I didn’t stick around to explain. Leaving them to decipher that in any way they chose, I sailed out of the room. Once I was out of sight, a grin spread over my face. Warrant thought he was the king of pranks, but he was about to learn that you shouldn’t mess with a woman who grew up with three older brothers.
I’d ordered something called an annoy-a-tron from an online site. I had a valid reason to stop by the clubhouse today, since I needed to speak to Cypher about what to put into my statement. These little devices I got made all sorts of annoying chirps and sounds at irregular intervals. I planned to sneak into Warrant’s office there and hide a few.
I hadn’t quite decided if I was going to ask Ainsley to help me hide some inside Warrant’s home, or just slip in through a window and place them myself. Either way, I fully expected Warrant to start losing his mind over a matter of days. I couldn’t wait. It was what he deserved for breaking into my business.
Humming a little, I got into my car with revenge on my mind. These bikers were going to learn that just because I was easy going didn’t mean they could get away with doing whatever they wanted to me.
CHAPTER 35
Pyre
“Wait. So you gave her fingers and toes?” Jury asked, his lip lifting in disgust. “We should start calling you Corpse-man.”
I nodded with a shrug, wondering why they were all staring at me like I had a dick growing out of my forehead like a unicorn.
“Wh-” Demo paused and shook his head. “I’m not sure I actually want to know the answer to this… But what did shedowith them?”
“What do youthinkshe did with them?” I asked, as though they were the fucking assholes, because really they were.
“We don’t fucking know,” Cynic said, catching the others’ eyes as they all nodded. “That’s part of the problem.”
Cypher rubbed a hand over his face. “I can’t believe I need to run some kind of workshop for all you weird ass fuckers on how to attract and keep women.” He pointed at Warrant. “He was this fucking close,” he held up his finger and thumb and inchapart, “to losing his old lady. Now you, Pyre.” He shook his head and gave me an incredulous look.
“When did flowers stop working?” Torque asked the room. “Roses, lilies, don’t those usually make the ladies melt?”
We all looked over at him. “What’d you know about it, Kid?” I asked. “How many women have you swept off their feet?”
“Can’t be many,” Glitch said with a grin. “He’s basically a virgin.”
“No, that’s you, asshole,” Warrant said, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t go passing that shit off on others. Kid’s got a pretty fucking face. No way he hasn’t gotten his dick wet.”
Warrant jerked as someone scooted their chair a little, making a slight scraping sound. There wasn’t more than a pause before his head jerked in the opposite direction. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear…what?” Demo asked, looking at him like he was insane.
It was a fair assessment because Warrant had been jumpy as fuck for the last week or so. Every little noise seemed to make his left eye twitch. No one knew what the fuck his deal was, but it was actually pretty funny to watch. He looked like a cracked-out squirrel.
Glitch looked horrified, ignoring both Warrant and Demo’s question in favor of Warrant’s earlier comments. “Are you saying Idon’thave a pretty face?”
That made everyone pause and study him.
“Pretty enough,” Scythe muttered. “And you have muscles even though you’re a fucking nerd. But you have to leave your cave at some point in order to bring women home.”
“At least I can charm them to come home with me when I go out,” Glitch said with a scowl. “Unlike you, who they go running and screaming from because you scare the shit out of them.”
“But he’s the scary fucker…right?” Rotor asked, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Because…body parts?”
“I still can’t believe you fucking take trophies,” Demo told me. “That’s serial killer shit.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a damn serial killer. You’re making it sound weird. And I only take trophies from the bad pieces of shit.”
“No,we’renot making it weird,” Warrant replied, digging a finger into his ear as though he was trying to clear it. “It’sjustweird. Also the bad pieces of shit are the only kind we kill, so…”
I nodded, conceding that point. “I want to know if you found anything out about Forge?” I asked Cypher.
