He went on, “I’ll cut to the chase, babe. The last on this list is Rock Chick Revolution, the story of Ally and Ren.”
Fuck!
Chills slid down my spine and I whispered, “Our story hasn’t been written.”
“Babe, our story isn’t a story,” Ren clipped.
This was true.
“They have them all?” I asked.
“Every last one,” he answered.
“This isn’t good, Ren,” I said quietly.
“No, babe. It is not f**kin’ good. It’s really not f**kin’ good. You and your girls got eyes on you from somewhere and I don’t need my woman to have eyes on her. I also don’t need eyes on me. Especially not now.”
Especially not now. What did he mean by that?
I opened my mouth to ask, but he got there before me.
“Your brother on this?” he asked.
“Which one?” I asked back.
“I don’t give a f**k. One, the other, but both would be better,” he answered.
“Well, we were kind of busy freaking so I’m uncertain that information has filtered down. Though, Fortnum’s is wired to Lee’s offices so I expect incoming Hot Bunch imminently.”
Ren was silent.
“Zano?” I called.
“That place is wired?” he asked in a scary soft voice.
Oh man.
“Well…” I paused. “Yeah.”
“How long has it been wired?”
Oh man!
“Uh… since Indy’s thing.”
The receiver was not at his mouth when he bit out, “Fuckin’ fuck me,” but I still heard it.
He came back to me and asked caustically. “You think you might have wanted to mention that?”
“Zano, you’ve hardly ever been here,” I pointed out.
“You think your girls haven’t discussed my shit, your shit, our shit, my shit with Ava and anything in between?” he returned.
Hmm.
He had a point.
I heard the roar of a bike, looked that way and saw Vance approaching on his Harley.