Diya: Don’t ignore me, Astrid.Just come over when you’re done.
Calix took the phone out of my hand, and I jumped up to get it back.I didn’t want him texting her and revealing anything.He knew how much keeping this a secret meant to me, and if she didn’t know yet and he told her … I’d be screwed!
“No!Don’t respond to her.Please!”
After depositing the phone into his back pocket, he sat back down on his seat.“I won’t.”
“Then give me my phone back.”
“No.”
“But—”
“But …” Calix started, peering over at me, his unreadable expression turning into a smirk.“We own you now, Hellcat.Wasn’t that obvious from what we did to you in the bar?You’ll do what we say, and right now, we’re watching a movie.So, keep your pretty ass seated in that chair and relax.”
A wave of heat rushed through my body.Something about his tone …
“Do you understand me?”Calix asked as the others looked on in agreement.
I pressed my lips together and sat.“Yes.”
Once the guys shared a look, Cairo grabbed the remote.Just before he could turn the movie on again, someone knocked on the door, and his maids walked into the room.
“All of your favorites.Even for you, Miss Astrid.”
They set a platter of food down for the boys, then brought me my own little tray, filled with all of my favorite foods.
How did they know all my favorite foods?Did Cairo tell them?My eyes widened slightly, and I glanced at Cairo, who paused for a moment.How did he know?
He almost looked as confused as I did.
My gaze traveled to the others.When my gaze met Arch’s, he snapped his head back toward the screen.
“Eat up!”one of the girls murmured.“We’ll check in on you in a bit to see if you need more.”
CHAPTERFORTY-ONE
ARCH
At the stoplight,I tightened my hand around the steering wheel and peered over at Astrid.Her arms were crossed over her chest, her knees bouncing, and her gaze was focused on the window on the passenger side.
She hadn’t wanted to go to Diya’s house, like she had apparently promised her after we finished up the movie.So, now, I was stuck taking her annoying ass home.
“Did you tell Cairo’s maids what I liked to eat?”she asked.
“Why the fuck would I do that?”I growled, clutching the steering wheel.
“Because Cairo didn’t.”
“Maybe you’re just predictable.”
“Predictable?”she repeated.“Maybe you just like me.”
“Like you?”I scoffed.“You fucking wish.”
“Well, you’re the only one in The Crew who knows what I like to eat.”
“You’re crazy.”
