Delinquents Turned Fugitives - Ann Denton Page 0,36

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How could I not try to jump him after what he’d said? I grumbled to myself as I dressed in a guy’s blue t-shirt and drawstring shorts I found in a duffel bag on one of the quilted bedspreads.

By the time I made my way downstairs to see the other guys sitting around the living room, I had to agree with Captain Shmeckle. I wanted to pass out.

Grayson walked back in from the kitchen with a sports drink in one hand. He didn’t look at any of us as he made his way to sit in the recliner. He pushed back and forth on the worn-out leather rocker, spreading his legs wide and fiddling with the cap of the orange drink.

Evan didn’t stop talking when I walked in; neither mine nor Grayson’s entrance dissuaded his rant in the slightest.

I dragged up my drooping eyelids long enough to peer at the clock. We’d been on the run for nearly nine hours now. It was midmorning.

“We have to get proof of what the Pinnacle has been doing,” Evan insisted. “There’s gonna be a huge cover up otherwise.”

Andros merely rubbed his eyes and leaned back in the flower printed love seat he dominated. The seat glided back and forth underneath him and I realized that the couch was a glider.

My amazement was that of a sleep deprived person. I found the couch way too fascinating. I watched him glide back and forth as Evan’s voice faded into the background. The tiny creak of the metal became rhythmic and lulled me into half sleep—

A smack on the ass drove sleep from my mind. Z sat down on the couch next to where I stood. He had a sandwich in his free hand, wrapped up in a paper towel. “Wakey, wakey, Madame President.”

I glared at him before the words fully registered. “Wait, what did you call me?”

He shrugged, before he took a huge bite out of his sandwich. After chewing and swallowing, he replied, “I’ve decided to embrace the whole MC thing. So, you’re the president. And I’m head bitch.”

Andros kicked his feet up onto the side of the loveseat (they hung over because he was far too big for the furniture) and said. “Well, the bitch part is true.”

Z extracted a tomato slice and tossed it at Andros. I watched it sail through the air with incredible accuracy only for it to slow at the last second so that Andros could snatch it and lob it back at Z—and Andros’ made it accelerate so fast that the entire tomato slice exploded when it smashed into Z’s face.

“Dude!” Z complained. He unwrapped his sandwich and used his paper towel to wipe his face. “Don’t waste food.”

Andros just ignored him, shoving one arm behind his head and using the other to cover his eyes so he could sleep. Z returned to his sandwich, which he inhaled in about four bites.

“Is anyone even listening?” Evan said from where he sat on the ground in front of the fireplace.

“To what?” Malcolm descended the staircase shirtless, still toweling off his hair.

“We need to prove to the public what the Pinnacle was doing. And we need to do it now. The fact that a bunch of vamps spilled out of Pinnacle HQ is suspicious, but only if we make sure people realize it’s suspicious.”

Malcolm nodded his agreement as he walked over to the couch and squeezed in on my other side. He put a hand on my knee and stared into my eyes. “Shakespeare, you need to hack some shit and stir the people up. Work your computer magic and then we can hit up the news.”

I rubbed a hand over my forehead, exhausted. “Can we talk about this in a couple hours?” I wanted to curl up. Just for two hours. Just long enough to recharge. We’d been running since last night, all engines go since we’d started the heist. I wasn’t even running on fumes anymore. My eyelids were literally ready to stage a revolt. My brain was fritzing and about to go into sleep mode like my damn computer.

“In a couple hours they might find us,” Malcolm shook his head and messed with his wet blond mop.

“I resent that,” Gray retorted. “We’re hidden.”

“It wasn’t an insult.” Malcolm turned and looked into my eyes, and I already knew he’d get whatever the hell he wanted out of me. He always did. “Just a little more, Hayley. I just need you to hold on a little longer. We have

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