is in that shipment.”
“Alright,” I promised, feeling marginally better that at least this would be a decent strike against Shawn. I was going to pack up his guns and take them home to my own army, ready to be wielded against him instead.
Luther took a moment to load a GPS app on my phone and linked it to the tracker that showed the boat’s location still a fair way out to sea.
“I’ll swing by the clubhouse when it’s done,” I said.
He nodded, letting me go and I headed back off into the crowded carnival to look for JJ and Rogue. I knew she’d wanna stay when me and JJ left and would probably be pissed as fuck if I tried to make her go home. The place was swarming with Harlequins so I wasn’t too worried about leaving her here, I’d just make sure there were eyes on her at all times.
I headed back to the place where I’d last seen them, taking out my phone and trying to call JJ, but there was no answer. They were probably on a ride, so I started hunting the exit lanes around me, expecting to see her and JJ appearing from one at any moment. Instead, my eyes locked on Rosie as she jogged out of an exit from the waltzers with Jake and a couple of their dull friends in tow.
“Hey,” I barked at her and her head snapped around, her large eyebrows jumping up. I did not get the eyebrow trend with girls lately, it was like they were competing to see who could balance the biggest hairy caterpillars on their face. She smiled, hurrying over to me like an obedient puppy and I folded my arms, disliking having her this close, especially after how I’d heard she’d reacted to Chase’s scars.
“I’m looking for JJ and Rogue, have you seen them?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she said, fluttering her lashes and reaching out to touch my arm. I looked down at where her hand lay on my skin with a sneer.
“Well have you, or haven’t you?” I bit out.
I realised she was drunk as she swayed a little closer and I scented the cider on her breath.
“You look tense,” she said huskily, running her fingers higher up my arm. “Do you want to go and talk somewhere more private?”
“I’d rather eat rusty nails, sweetheart,” I said dryly, peeling her hand off of me and dropping it so her arm flopped to her side.
She pouted, her lip-glossed lips sticking together. “Well I’m not going to tell you then.”
She tried to turn her back on me and the audacity of this girl made me snarl. I caught a fistful of the god awful frilly dress she was wearing and shoved her against the nearest trashcan which was shaped like a frog. The mouth was wide and gaping, big enough to swallow her whole as her hair cascaded into it and maybe it would if she didn’t spill their location in the next five seconds.
She shrieked like I’d punched her and the noise grated against my eardrums.
“Don’t ever turn your back on me,” I warned and she nodded frantically.
“S-sorry,” she stammered, fear filling her eyes as she finally sobered up enough to realise she’d made a grave mistake in fucking with me.
“And?” I demanded.
“U-um, and I’m s-sorry Mr Harlequin, sir,” she sputtered.
I’d meant I wanted the information, but alright. It was actually kind of fun getting a little revenge on this bitch, so I decided to go a bit further with what she’d started. “It’s Prince Harlequin to you. And I think you forgot to bow to me.”
I released her, stepping back and jerking my head in an order to do it.
We’d gathered a pretty sizeable audience and a couple of assholes were recording which just meant her humiliation would spread through Sunset Cove within the hour. Perfect.
She stood upright from the trash can and I noticed a half sucked lollipop stuck in her hair alongside several pieces of popcorn and a grotty looking tissue.
“I’m waiting,” I growled and she bent her knees a little, bowing her head as she trembled. “Lower.”
Her knees continued to bend.
“Lower,” I insisted and she went all the way down, kneeling in the dirt with her head bowed. “Keep going.”
She lay her hands down on the ground, flattening herself to it and a snort of amusement escaped me. But I couldn’t stand around here all day.
“Where’s JJ and Rogue?” I growled.
“They went into the fortune teller’s tent, Prince Harlequin,” she