glances over his shoulder at me.
He grins and rolls his eyes at me. “Do you not trust me or something, kid? I got you that shit to use when I’m not around, just in case O’Cronin needs some backup or a warning shot. A gun and the vest will do.”
I shrug. “I’m not ever going to be caught unaware again. What’s the point in learning how to use all of this if I don’t have it on me when I need it?”
Illi’s eyebrows hit his hairline, a smirk stretching over his face. “Your brother isn’t gonna know what the fuck to do with you when he gets home.”
Aodhan grins at me and kisses my cheek as I get to the bottom of the stairs, murmuring in my ear, “I’ve gotta grab Jack; I’ll see you guys there.”
He squeezes my hand before we all head out, walking me to Illi’s car and tucking me in safely before he climbs into the Impala and takes off.
“He’s a good man. If you’re going to choose between him and the Crow you know where my vote is going,” Illi mumbles, starting the BMW up and pulling out.
I roll my eyes at him. “Good thing it isn’t something that will be put to vote then, isn’t it? Besides, Lips didn’t have to choose. Who says I will?”
Illi snorts, weaving through what little traffic is on the road this late out and in my gated community. “Fuck, it’s gonna end up being a family thing. I’m telling you all now, my dick belongs to my girl and my girl alone, and any man that touches her is bleeding the fuck out on the floor so we’ll be the odd ones out.”
I cackle at him because I can’t imagine a world in which Illi and Odie ever thought of touching other people. I’m not like Lips, I’m not struggling at all with the idea of being with two men because… well, I’ve been honest with them both from the moment I met them. Aodhan has always known about Atticus and if my life-long love had’ve done something a little earlier then maybe I wouldn’t even be considering this unconventional path.
Atticus might not want to share me.
I have to make peace with that.
Illi directs us through the traffic with ease and I find myself considering purchasing a BMW for how smoothly it eats up the road. I don’t want to mention it to Illi, because he’ll immediately start talking specs and messaging Ash and Harley to gloat about winning me over.
Car people are insane and I don’t want to get thrown into an argument about useless shit like this.
The meeting is once again happening at the docks, the warehouse where most of the famous Mounts Bay parties are also held, and when we pull up to the parking lot there’s only a couple of dozen cars. The difference of getting out of the car and walking into the warehouse without the eyes of the Jackal’s men on us is like a breath of fresh air.
Fucking blissful.
It looks desolate inside the warehouse without the writhing, practically naked bodies dancing around in the dark with only the strobe lights and drugs to keep them going. This is prime party season for the Bay so I’m a little surprised that there’s nothing going on tonight. Even with the Jackal dead, the Fox is the one who actually organizes the party, so there’s no real excuse for it being empty.
Atticus waits at the bottom of the stairs for us.
Illi huffs and glues himself to my side. “Crow, if I find out you’re the one sending those fucking photos—“
Atticus cuts him off. “Whoever is sending them knows about the Chaos Demon’s connection. Colt’s photo arrived on my doorstep this morning, Lips was in it. I called her to warn her that she’s being watched, but she already knew. Amanda has definitely stepped up her little game and has a tail on all of us now; I suggest you all think very carefully about your movements until we have this under control.”
Jesus H. Christ.
Illi curses under his breath and steps away from me, his phone at his ear as he calls Odie. There’s no way he left her without guards for the night, Harbin and Roxas at the very least, but there’s a big difference between having guards because the Bay is a dangerous place and having guards because there’s someone stalking you.
I’d bet money on whoever is watching Odie to be dead before