“You guys are hot when you’re angry.”
All three of them turned around and gave me an incredulous look.
“I’m just being honest,” I said as I bit into my pizza. “So let’s swap intel.”
“I’d rather swap spit, if we are being honest,” Cruz added with a hint of a smile, and it was contagious that the three of us couldn’t help but join in.
“The church people are fucking creepy,” Micah told Cruz. “We found dried blood on their altar.”
Cruz didn’t seem surprised by this.
Micah looked at all of us and continued. “And some hair…blonde hair dipped in blood.”
At this, Cruz’s eyebrows went up to his hairline, then he spoke.
“One of my boys said the crates smelled like dead husk. My guess is they are doing some rituals or some shit.”
I gasped. “Poor animals.”
“I also found out some information. It might be something, or maybe nothing, but I found out the leader of the church has a lakefront property.”
“Shit, and you said the day of the lake you had been following Big Dog, didn’t you?”
Grayson put the dots together before Micah and I did. “You think they’re connected?”
Cruz shrugged. “I don’t know, but I do know their connection just got a whole lot more interesting.”
After that, the conversation turned a little lighter.
Cruz cleared his throat. “You guys are welcome to crash here whenever.”
“I noticed there’s a bush and a tree right behind your bedroom window,” Micah said.
“Yeah, what of it?”
“It’s a perfect hiding place in case someone wanted to keep an eye on you.”
“But my blinds are always down.”
“But what if they weren’t?”
Cruz seemed to think over what Micah was implying. “So, we’re going to put on a free show? Fuck, at this rate, let’s open an OnlyFans. We’re hot as fuck, and once shit hits the fan, we’ll have money for legal fees or to escape to Costa Rica or some shit.”
“Yeah, not Costa Rica,” Micah added. “They can extradite us to the US.”
“So, all of a sudden, we are all experts in criminal law?” I mocked them.
Grayson smiled. “At this point, we should be.”
He was not wrong.
“Okay, so when is this thing going down?” Cruz asked once he stopped eating. “You can’t just ask me to perform on demand.”
“I don’t think your cock has a problem with that,” Gray shot back.
“You just want to see me fuck while some psycho beats their meat at the thought of killing me,” Cruz snapped back.
I rolled my eyes at their banter. At this point, I was convinced it was foreplay.
