Crouching down to where I’m looking, he forces himself into my line of sight, mechanically picking the fuzzy foot up while staring at me. “The fuck is that?”
“I stepped on it,” I murmur.
Becoming embarrassed to be standing here in my underwear, my knees bow inward and I cover my midriff with my arms, avoiding the danger threatening to burn everything down in his eyes.
“Hm… You just happened to step on arabbit’sfoot wrapped up in asilkbow?”
“Yes, Razor.”
“Oh, wow, you were even left a little fucking note,” he cheers vapidly.
My ears whoosh, igniting to fire underneath the sun. I know I’ve lied to them a lot about my well-being, but I would never make up something like this. And I told him the truth about Junior. I had to stomp my foot to the ground to do so, but I fucking told him.
Getting mad, I clench my teeth tight, taking the furious steps I need to rip my overalls from his grip. “Yeah, a really creepy note, hence me going to my goddamn tent to try and see what freak left it!”
Huffing, I step into my overalls and yank them up, barely getting them past my hips, before I’m falling into a stride toward the house. I’m trying to grab at a strap, but they’re both flapping around on my back and I’m not stopping. So, I use my fury and start thrashing, whipping them side to side with the pivot of my waist, finally getting my hand on one and ripping it over my shoulder.
“You need to tell me this shit, Bun.” Razor runs up next to me, immediately snatching my hand and lacing our fingers extra tight.
“You were busy with a little boy,” I mumble.
His expression flattens. “Alright, you didn’t need to say it like that, like I’m some fuckin’ predator. Jesus.” Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a clear CD case. “He was helping me make this for you.”
A shot of novocaine clears my bloodstream, taking the CD from his hand and reading my name written in black marker.
I grin. “Thank you. But I don’t think we have a CD player.”
“Oh, fucckkk.” Theatrically dropping his face, he lazily gestures up ahead, toward the sneaks of rusty blue parked out in front of the trailer. “I guess it’s a good thing there’s one sitting in the passenger seat. That would’ve been fucking embarrassing.”
A laugh bubbles up my throat, watching him drop the theatrics and slash a smile on. “That’s so random. Why’d you do it?”
“Because I love hearing you hum. And I love watching you dance.”
Targeting something on the side of the pathway, he hustles out in front of me, yanking a handful of baby’s breath from a shady place and jogging back to his spot next to me.
Feeling myself get a little too happy, I try to tame it, but him lightly tucking a tendril of tiny, white blooms behind my ear fights the internal battle for me.
It’s what we have right now.
“Um…” Sighing, I hold the CD tight to my chest, looking up at him. “Is now a good time to tell you someone stole my money?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
RAZOR
Getting inside the house, I’m ready to raise my voice. My lungs stiffen, crossing the threshold after Bunny, but the catfight shredding vocal cords snaps my teeth closed.
Cash’s arms are getting mauled from holding Aries back in the kitchen and Xene is barricading Ora in the living room, both the girls screaming shit I can’t fucking understand.
This isn’t normal. Aries doesn’t tolerate shit, but she’s never been this close to tearing someone apart. And I’ve never seen Ora this pissed off.
Stopping Bunny from chewing on her nails, I grab her hand and shove it into my pocket, standing far enough to the side to be able to keep her out of the crossfire, make sure she doesn’t see anything she shouldn’t have to.
Aries screams. Ora screams. The guys scream at them to stop.
I try to wait for my opening, but with the back-and-forth bitch fest, my patience is burning up, and my lungs are turning to cement. “Enough!”
The ire I swallowed maybe fucking six minutes ago burns through my chest, slashing the screaming to silence and putting everyone in an awkward pause.
