“Nope, I think you got it all.”
The waitress returns with our drinks and wears a disappointed little pout when I send her on her way. Sage’s pout matches hers, and I elbow him in the side.
“Cut it out. I thought we decided we were going to try this thing with the others and be monogamous within the group,” I hiss into his ear, not wanting Sam and Dean to hear. I trust them with my life, but just like I don’t need to know what they do with Lacey or each other, they don’t need insight into my sexual activities.
“Oh, I know, but I’ve had a raging hard-on since we were upstairs, and I was thinking about you and Vienna in that swing instead of those two bitches. I’m only human,” he whines, and I can’t stop the chuckle that escapes my lips.
“You would think we hadn’t fucked each other’s brains out only a few hours ago.”
“What can I say, I have a high sex drive,” he replies and slides my hand that’s resting on his thigh to the bulge in his pants. I give it a little caress before removing it, tossing my drink back, and standing up.
“Okay, we have a plane to catch. Keep in touch, and I want to know the minute you find anything, okay?”
Sage groans but follows my lead.
“Do you want us to tell Gio?” Dean asks cautiously, and I shake my head.
“As far as I’m concerned, Gio doesn’t get to learn anything about what’s going on. If he asks you for any information, send him to me, but I doubt he will since he’s too busy playing happy family,” I say, unable to stop the bitterness in my voice.
“Oh, and Tori.” Sam stops me as I turn to leave. “Thanks for trusting Lacey. You have no idea how happy she is.”
“Why didn’t either of you tell me that there was a new girl here?” I ask, voicing something that has been bothering me. I see them all the time, and they obviously knew about Melissa if they told Lacey to talk to me about it.
“We were going to, but Candy threatened her and told us if we said anything to you that Lacey would disappear, and neither of us were going to risk it. I’m sorry if that seems disloyal, but Candy was nasty to Lacey, and we figured it was probably for the best anyway. She was always so miserable working with Candy.” Sam looks down at his hands, and I can see he’s visibly shaken by the thought of Lacey being hurt. I guess she means more to them than having a good time.
“We were going to tell you in San Jose back at the hotel, but then you got into that accident, and it slipped our minds,” Dean adds. “I swear if we had known Lorenzo was involved, Iwould have told you immediately, but Lacey never mentioned him coming and going.”
“Candy probably threatened her too,” Sage says, crossing his arms.
I sigh and glare at my henchmen. “No more secrets. No matter how little and insignificant you think the information might be, I need to know, even if you think you’re wasting my time, okay?” I tell them, unable to be mad about them protecting their girl. They are family, and that’s how family is supposed to be. How can I be angry at them?
They both promise, and with that, Sage and I leave.
“You did good,” he tells me, squeezing my hand in the car. I get a little rush of pleasure at his praise.
“Well, it isn’t like I can put a bullet in my henchmen. Then I would have to train new ones and find a new manager for my strip club. I don’t have time for that shit with everything else going on,” I say gruffly, shaking off his hand and looking out the window.
“Sure, my little marshmallow. You keep telling yourself that.” Sage puts music on and starts singing along to Taylor Swift, making little dance moves up as he goes. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips as I lean my head back and enjoy the ride.
Chapter Eight
We actually don’t charter another plane, instead flying commercially with a couple of fake IDs we have for occasions such as this. I wrinkle my nose as we board the plane, and Sage laughs at me.
“Come on, princess, it will be an adventure. You’re so spoiled.”
Thankfully he booked us business class, and as he takes my cabin bag from me and puts it in the overhead storage, I take a seat.
“The flight isn’t even that long,” he tells me, sitting beside me. “You can cope with it.”
I stick my tongue out at him, and his eyes heat.
“Want to join the mile high club?” he asks, and I almost gag.
“Not in a public bathroom, I don’t. Save it for the next time we use the jet.” He pouts, but I don’t pay attention. Instead, I watch in horror as a family with four small children board the flight. I clutch the armrests and chant under my breath, “Please don’t be in business, please don’t be in business.”
One of the children is a toddler who is already losing their shit, with tears rolling down their face and snot bubbling fromtheir nose as they shake their tiny fists on their harassed looking father’s back.
Sage scoffs with amusement. “You really don’t like kids, do you?”
