Violence (Antihero Inferno #3) - Lily White Page 0,64
makes me wonder what the hell she’s planning.
On the subject of Ivy, I’ll say this:
We’ve gotten along once in the entire time we’ve known each other. But I have always respected her style.
Like Emily, Ivy backs down to no one, except where Em will shoot off at the mouth and clench her little fists with the promise of tearing down walls, Ivy will fuck up your world with the pranks she pulls, which has always made her insanely entertaining.
Gabe is struggling like a motherfucker, and it takes coordinated effort between Damon, me and Ivy’s driver to hold him in place.
Stepping up to us, Ivy shakes her head and says, “I honestly thought you would see past that.”
Gabe fights again, and it’s a struggle not to laugh. But we have to stay quiet to keep him from knowing we helped.
“I’m going to kill you for this,” he mumbles from inside the bag over his head.
“Oh, Gabe, I know. Which is why I have to make this as enjoyable as possible.”
They continue their verbal jabs back and forth as Ivy begins to strip him down. I look away because the last thing I need to see is Gabe’s cock.
After he’s naked, Ivy has us flip him to his stomach so we can tie him up and she can write a message on his back.
“Take him to the van.”
Fucking gladly. Carrying him isn’t easy, but eventually we toss him in back and climb in, Damon and I remaining as quiet as possible while Emily talks to Ivy near the Lexus.
When Em comes running over, she rounds the front and opens my door to yank me down and whisper against my ear.
“She said to dump him at Tanner’s.”
It’s a simple sentence. Seven words that are anything but sexual, yet just the brush of her lips against my ear and the heat of her breath on my skin sparks a need inside me to a point of pain.
I groan and nod my head, willing her to let me go and place distance between us as quickly as possible.
Thankfully, she does, but she stops before I can shut the door, her eyes meeting mine with the same spark of need behind them.
Touching each other is dangerous. And this friendship is testing every bit of self-restraint I have.
For a few seconds, our eyes remain locked together, our anger from earlier wiped away and replaced with so much regret that I’m being sliced open right in front of her.
When I hear Gabe start struggling against the ropes keeping him in place, I blink away that feeling and tilt my head to silently tell her to get in so we can go.
It’s a quiet ride to Tanner’s house, all of us fighting not to laugh every time Gabe makes a sound.
After Damon and I dump him in the yard, we lose the ability to stay silent, our laughter a burst of sound against the quiet night as we haul ass out of there.
We have tears in our eyes by the time we’re on the road again heading out of Tanner’s neighborhood.
“Ah, fuck,” Damon says from the back. “Gabe is going to kick our asses if he ever finds out we helped in that.”
“Which is why he won’t find out,” I answer. “Just keep your mouth shut if it’s ever brought up.”
“No problem there. So what are we doing for the rest of the night?”
Fuck.
I was hoping to drop Emily off before we’re fighting again.
She glances at me as if thinking the same thing, but when she tries to suggest we take her back to her car, Damon won’t hear it.
“Hell no. It’s been ten years, Red. We’re not letting you go yet. Why don’t we head to our house and watch a movie?”
“I really need to get to my car,” she argues, but Damon climbs up to kneel between our seats.
Staring up at her, that son of a bitch turns on the guilt.
“We haven’t seen each other in years. Give us a few more hours. Please.”
Her eyes flick over to me for a second before she looks back at him.
“Maybe another night. We have six weeks.”
Damon’s brows crash together, probably because I haven’t mentioned that part of the arrangement.
I know he’ll be questioning me relentlessly now.
“Fine,” he finally says and pushes up to kiss her cheek. “But next time we get together, you’re giving us more time.”
I’m back to wanting to rip his lips off, but I grip the wheel instead.