owned the place, slamming the door behind himself.
I turned around to check random guy, who was still snoring beside me.
“Don’t fucking pull that shit again.” I empty my bowl into the sink.
“Oh, come on. It was funny.” Killian grins from the other side of the room. “We all know how much you can’t stand her.”
I turn to face them, squeezing the counter. “Figured out what we’re going to start with tonight?”
“I feel like throwing some shit,” Keaton says casually, drinking his shake.
Killian takes a seat beside Keaton, grinning from behind his mug.
I flip him off and head back upstairs to shower. Fucker. Kicking my door closed, I stretch out my neck and head straight for my phone that’s ringing on my bed.
Sliding it open, I push it to my ear. “Mom.”
“Son, I haven’t heard from you in a few days. How’s everything going?”
I head for my closet and take out a pair of jeans and a beat-up Harley Davidson shirt, tossing them onto my bed. “It’s going.”
Silence. “Your father wants an update.” I hear her click her fingers in the background. Probably at our maid. “Sapore tuae ne obliviscaris, son.” Don’t forget your task.
I still, my muscles flexing from the tension. “I haven’t.”
“Son…”
“Mom, I gotta go.”
I hang up my phone, tossing it across the room. Have you ever heard of that mom who drove all of her kids off of the cliff, killing her entire family? Yeah, well, pretty sure that bitch re-incarnated into my mom. If you think I’m bad, which I very much fucking am, then you need to meet my mom.
I head for the shower, leaving any and all of the conversation I just had behind. Stepping under the hot water, I rest my head against the marble wall. She can’t fucking know who we are. I mean, who we really fucking are. I smirk as the water drips down my face. Revenge isn’t always sweet; sometimes, it’s a bitter reminder of the demons you missed, so you need to cock back, aim, reload, and…bang.
“Okay, okay.” I laugh, resting my legs up on the dashboard. It’s mid-afternoon, and we’ve been driving for what feels like days. We have around four more hours to go before we get to New York. “You might be right about that.” I chuckle at Justice’s poor attempt at thinking up conspiracy theories. “But I think the Avril Lavigne clone thing is a little far-fetched. I mean, you’re giving the human race way too much credit. We are not a species made to last.”
Justice chokes on his drink. “Why do you say that?”
“Easy,” I say, nudging my sunglasses down my nose and looking at him from over the rim. “We live in an economy that thrives on the underprivileged staying under, and the rich getting richer. We have wars happening all over the world, and now, people are so damn sensitive. Everyone is offended by being offended and then get offended that they’re offended.”
“Okay, you lost me, sugar, but I see your point.”
I shrug, pushing my glasses back up. “So tell me something about you.”
Justice laughs. “Nope. Not going there.”
“Little Bird, come here!” Killian calls out from behind me. I’ve been purposely ignoring them the entire trip, making small talk with Justice, but this is the first time any of them have actually called for me.
I turn around. “I’m good. Thanks.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t a question,” Kyrin bites, pouring vodka into a glass. He looks at me over the rim as he tosses it back. “You act like you’re not a prisoner. Maybe I should remind you and tie you to my bed.”
Killian laughs, throwing down his hand of cards. “You’re scaring her, Ky.”
Kyrin glares at me. “Good. I like them scared. It gets my dick hard.”
King’s walking down the stairs interrupts our back and forth—thankfully. I really want to go up there to see what it looks like, but it was made clear, at the very beginning, that up there was out of bounds for me, and right now, I don’t feel like testing their restraint.
King goes to the fridge, pulling out deli meat and mustard and getting busy on a sandwich. I know that he’s the leader of them all, but it’s a weird dynamic. They all move fluidly, even though King doesn’t really hang with them. From what I’ve seen. Or maybe he’s just not social. Just as that thought breezes through my brain, King drops down on the stool beside Kyrin, taking a massive bite out of his sandwich with