“Don’t worry. It was totally circumstantial,” Byron says to Felix.
“Yea, and Dash was in solitary nailing Angel while we were having our threesome,” Ren sneers. “So he was left out of that one. Although I’d say he got his fill.” The arsonist smirks wickedly at me. “Alex, darling, can we pull up that footage?”
“Please leave me out of this,” Carson mumbles, likely noting that the vein in my forehead is about to pop.
“Uh… I am going to wait outside,” Alexander says, tone dripping with discomfort. “Dascha, can we please talk when all of this is over?”
“Yea, sure, fine. Just please…” Dash waves him off. “You’ve already heard way too much.”
Alexander grunts a noise of agreement, hightailing it back out into the woods.
“There aren’t really… recordings,” Angel asks me on a horrified gulp. “Of inside the cells… are there?”
“Not in solitary or gen-pop,” Jonathan answers for me. “So all of you sluts are good. But anything you did in the East… that’s another story.”
I fake a cough to cover up the word, “Ultrasound.” Sneering at Felix and Lemuel.
Felix immediately turns red while Lemuel glares at me.
“Is it weird that I like Uncle Ivory contributing to our slutty madness?” Ren sighs dreamily, grinning at me.
I think I’m just delirious, but I’m having fun teasing with them, too.
Or maybe it’s just distracting from the jealous rage.
Dash peeks at me. “I have a lot to discuss with my father, I guess. But for right now…” He pouts at his friends. “You guys had a threesome without me??”
Luthor’s mouth hangs agape as he looks between Ren and Byron, shrugging.
“Well, we’re all herenow,” Ren croons, wiggling his brows.
Kemper shields Dash with his body.
“Okay, we’ve gotten way the hell off-track here.” Jonathan rubs his eyes. “We were supposed to be talking island logistics and fuckingmoney, not swapping whore stories.”
Hancock cackles. “Yo, that was good!”
Jonathan winks. “Thanks.”
“There will be time for all of that, King Velle,” I tell him with a sigh. “I still live in the mansion. The cartel is here. We’re not just going to take off in the middle of the night.”
He blinks, offering me a nod, shoulders dropping a bit as he visibly relaxes, maybe for the first time in weeks. And I feel it myself.
It’s finally over.
“You’re right,” he says with a grin. “We won the war. It’s time to celebrate.”
The guards whoop and cheer, many of the others joining in. They haven’t gotten rowdy in a while. I’d say they’re due for one last purge.On-island this time.
Breathing out of relief myself, I glance down at my little bird, lifting a brow.
“You are so lucky I’m trying to be a better person right now, pajarito,” I seethe, though I’m toohappyto be fully enraged; a baffling concept.
“Gracias,” he murmurs sweetly, playing with my hair and kissing my jaw. “It was an accident, I swear.”
“Right, just remember those body parts I brought you,” I grumble, peeking at Dascha. “And I happen to believe that for him itwasan accident.”
“Totally was,” Dash breathes.
