do?”
Jax’s smirk is all cruelness. “We need you to seduce someone for us.”
I blink at him. “Come again?”
His smirk turns even crueler. “There’s a guy named Porter Aversonly. He’s the nephew of one of the bosses of another mafia family. A while ago, our bosses gave us the task of befriending him in order to get some information about his family. However, Porter is a complicated guy.”
“Which basically means he’s a douchebag,” Hunter says as brushes strands of his hair out of his eyes. “I’ve been trying to make friends with him for a while. I even joined the basketball team that he’s on, but Porter’s too cautious a guy. He’s an asshole for sure, but he also knows to keep his guard up around members of other families.”
“You’re on the basketball team?” I question, giving him a once-over.
“What?” he asks with hilarity. “Don’t I look like a jock?”
I snort a laugh. “Fuck no. And if you did, I wouldn’t be sitting here.”
“Why? You got something against jocks?” he questions with his brow cocked, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
I shrug, nibbling on my sausage. “I know it’s kinda stereotyping, but from past experiences, jocks are jerks. Plain and simple.”
“So you try to avoid them,” Hunter scrubs his hand across his jawline musingly. “And yet, you’re sitting here with three of the most dangerous guys in town, one of which may or may not be a psychopath.” He gives a not so subtle nod in Jax’s direction.
Jax doesn’t remark on Hunter’s comment. He simply focuses on me. “So, do you accept the task? Or are you too afraid?” he taunts. Again, I think he’s trying to get a rise out of me.
I chew on my bottom lip. “I’m not afraid, but I really doubt I’m going to be able to seduce a jock and get him to spill all his secrets. And what info am I even supposed to be getting from him? I mean, what do your bosses want to know?”
“They want to know why the Aversonly family has been so fucking quiet,” Zay explains then takes a sip of his orange juice. He winces when he puts the glass back down onto the table and his arm bumps against the corner of the napkin dispenser. I wonder why. “It’s not like any of the families to ever be quiet, so it’s an anomaly.”
“It’s a warning is what it is,” Hunter mumbles as he pours more syrup onto his waffle. “They’re up to something. Something that’s probably going to fuck the rest of the families in the ass.”
“This family stuff is sorta confusing,” I interrupt as I grab a napkin from the dispenser. “And wouldn’t my lack of knowledge be a problem when trying to seduce a guy who’s part of this whole mafia families’ thing?”
Hunter shakes his head as he sets the bottle of syrup down on the table. “Porter won’t give a shit about that. All he’s gonna care about is that you’re gorgeous and easy.”
“But I’m not—”
“We need to explain more about the families to her,” Jax talks over me. “We need to take a day to do that … Maybe tomorrow.”
“But there’s school tomorrow,” I point out, wiping some syrup off my fingers. “And while I’m okay with ditching occasionally, it’ll only be my third day here. And I missed half the day yesterday, thanks to you guys being crazy. And now I’m already tardy this morning.”
“Both of those things will be excused.” Hunter winks at me then crosses his fingers. “Remember, me and Mrs. M are like this.”
“Who’s Mrs. M?” I ask in confusion.
“The secretary you were talking to when the fates finally decided to like me.” Hunter’s smile is as bright as the neon signs hanging around the diner.
I’m still not following him. “Why’d the fates start liking you then?”
He wets his lips with his tongue then nibbles on his bottom, hesitating. “Because it was the day I met you.”
Zay releases a loud exhale. “Don’t start with this fate shit again.”
“No way,” Hunter starts, but Jax talks over him.
“Both of you don’t start,” he warns then looks at me with his hands overlapped in front of him. “Now, do you accept the terms of the oath or not?”
I scratch my scars. “It’s not that the task scares me or anything. I just really don’t see myself being able to seduce anyone, let alone some douchebag jock. And I’m not gonna sleep with him. I may be a daredevil with some