Page 60 of Dangerous Games

“I swear to god if I could reach through this phone and smack the shit out of you, I would,” Wiz growls.

“You’d have to catch me first.”

“I doubt you’d outrun me in that fancy suit of yours.”

“They might be fitted to my ass, but that doesn’t mean I can’t move if I need to.”

“Oh shit,” I hear Wiz mumble on the other end. His fingers slow down on the keys.

I sit up straighter in my seat as I turn the volume up in the car, hoping I can hear better. His ‘oh shit’ sounds like I’m about to get some news that isn’t going to make me happy.

“What?” I ask, my tone sounding rushed and harsh. “Did you find him?”

My hand tightens on the steering wheel as I wait for him to answer, the silence is almost deafening.

“Oh, I found him all right.” Wiz laughs uncomfortably.

“And…” I’m two seconds away from driving over to the compound and looking at what he found for myself if he doesn’t put me out of my misery.

“Are you sitting down?”

What the fuck?

“Yes, I’m sitting down. I’m in my fucking car. Tell me who it is,” I demand.

“Pull over.”

“I just pulled into my drive. Fucking tell me now, Wiz, or so help me god.”

Wiz inhales deeply as he mutters something I can’t quite make out. “Alright, I’m just going to say it.”

“That would be appreciated,” I say, growing more and more frustrated.

“The guy your girl games with is me.”

I stop breathing and blink in surprise. “Excuse me?”

Wiz clears his throat. “The guy your girl games with is me.”

I don’t say anything as my brain plays catch up to the bomb that was just fucking dropped on me. Wiz is the guy who’s trying to get into my girl’s pants? My breathing is coming out in short huffs as I try to calm myself down, but all I can think about is Wiz asking Bronwyn if she’s feeling better. Sex is intimate, but knowing tiny details about someone’s life that no one else knows is even more intimate. And those details are mine and no one else’s.

I never thought I would have to kill one of my fucking friends.

“Are you there?” Wiz asks, his voice coming through the speaker in my car, breaking the silence. He sounds unsure, no longer the confident asshole who gave it back as good as he got.

“You’re Mr. Fuck Around And Find Out?” I ask, my tone taking on a sinister edge.

“I am,” Wiz answers. “Look, I didn’t know ravenslayer was your girl. And to ease your mind so you don’t come over here guns blazing ready to shoot my dick off, I never tried to get in her pants nor do I want in her pants.”

That has my eyes narrowing. “Why wouldn’t you want in her pants?”

“I-I mean, she’s a cool girl and we have similar interests, but it never got to that point,” Wiz tries to explain.

“But you wanted it to?”

If he tells me he did, this relationship is over. Matteo can kiss his alliance with the Dirty Devils goodbye because Wiz is going to be swimming with the fishes.

“It never got to that point.”