Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,93
nod and he helps me down off the counter. “Did you eat?”
“Couldn’t,” I grumble, gripping onto his strong arm as I bend down to try and pull my thong and pants up my legs. “The thought of being in this room with what Sara has been doing … ugh. I’m going to move my bedroom down the hall. There’s probably pussy juice spread all over my room.”
“Pussy juice?” he questions.
I nod, as serious as can be. “Would it be weird if I moved into my parents' room? I mean, it’s the biggest with an awesome walk-in closet and the bathroom is just … it’s beautiful, but … you know, it was their room.”
Grayson shakes his head, grabbing hold of my pants and yanking them up my legs and over my ass when he decides that I’m taking too long. “I think it’s fine. It’s not like they’re coming back to claim it. Besides, I think they’d want you to be comfortable in your own home. The boys and I can pack up all their stuff and put it in storage so it wouldn’t feel like you’re intruding on their space. You can make it your own.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to do that. I can move everything. I don’t expect you guys to always be running around after me. I just wanted to know what you thought.”
“It’s fine. Besides, I think Carver could use the physical labor to work out some of that bullshit energy he’s been bottling up. He’s bound to snap at some point, and when he does, it’s best if he’s not so … energetic.”
“If you’re going to talk shit about me,” Carver calls from his bedroom, “at least have the decency to do it to my face.”
Grayson smirks, looking down at me with his eyes sparkling like twinkling stars in a dark sky. “See what I mean?”
I can’t help but laugh, and after turning around to take in my reflection and fixing up the bird’s nest that sits on top of my head, I look back at Grayson. “Let’s get this shit over and done with so we can focus on finding Paris.”
“I’ve never heard such sweet words.”
Twenty minutes later, the boys and I sit around the massive round table, the first ones to arrive. We weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea of all the big guns around here watching me hobble in with another injury, so we got here early and hid me behind the table. I was the first to walk in and I’ll be the last to leave.
Cruz and Grayson sit across the table, taking up the spaces usually reserved for their fathers, but King stands. He has every right to claim the seat, but he looks uncomfortable and awkward about actually sitting in it. It’s not been long since his father was poisoned, and I can only imagine that it’s still messing with his head.
Carver though, he has absolutely no reservations about taking what was his father’s. He leans back in his seat, his arm casually thrown back over the chair with his feet propped up on the massive table. He looks across the room at Grayson. “What happened with those bugs? Did you run the tracking on them?”
“Yeah,” Grayson says, leaning forward and propping his elbows against the table. “Took fucking hours and came back with nothing, so we’re back at square one. The fucking thing took me on a wild goose chase and I ended up with nothing but a bullshit fake account. Whoever did this must have bought them out of the back of some dodgy semi on the side of the highway. It’s a dead end.”
“Fucking great,” King mutters, hanging his head as he lets out a deep breath.
“What’s the point of trying to track them? Isn’t it obvious that they were put there by Harding or Scardoni? It makes sense. They’ve been feeding the information back to Paris. Hell, maybe she was the one who bugged the place. She’s probably been there a million times by now. Who knows what she could have done.”
Carver shakes his head. “While it’s the most obvious answer, what if it wasn’t them? What if we’re wrong and there’s another threat out there? It could have been Sara. The crazy bitch just admitted to stalking you for the past few weeks, or maybe it was someone that we don’t even have on our shit list.”
“Okay, okay. I get it,” I say just as the door to the big room opens and