Temper (Knights of Fury #3) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,58

I’d be angry too.” She shrugs.

“Savage,” Temper mutters under his breath.

“I mean, we all know what she’s capable of, and in the big scheme of all the terrible things she’s done this doesn’t even make the top five. But fuck, it was hard seeing Neville like that. He didn’t deserve that—he’s been nothing but kind, loving and generous to her.” Skylar sighs.

“It’s not on you,” Saint assures her. “You’ve done nothing wrong, and I know you feel bad for him, but come on. He was an idiot to stay with her for so long. He had to have sensed something was off with her. Not that it justifies anything she did—she’s a totally evil person—but you have no reason to feel guilty.”

“I know,” she replies. “What are we going to do now?”

“Well, now we know she’s living back in the city,” Temper says. “Which means the last few weeks she’s been right in our backyard, planning fuck knows what, which makes her more dangerous than we realized. We need to find out where she’s living, and what the hell we’re going to do to get her to back off. She’s got money, and no Neville to hold her back now. She doesn’t even have to bother with the nice girl act.”

“Yeah, and now she doesn’t have him distracting her,” Skylar adds. “She literally has nothing to do with her time other than be an evil bitch, sitting there with her stolen money. I can just picture her now. I bet she’s living it up in some fancy hotel, or already trying to get with another guy. Someone who has connections and isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty.”

“Someone who can help her take us down.” Temper nods, agreeing with her. “She’s going to be looking for allies. Abbie, do you think Palmer will come through and help us? I called around about him, and he’s no small fish. He’s got money, numbers and power.”

“I don’t think so. I haven’t heard from him since we met at the café,” I say, looking back to Skylar. “How fucking lucky are we? You have a mother who is psychotic and whose sole purpose in life is to kill the people you love. My mother is a liar who hid my father from me, and my father is the biggest drug dealer in Southern California, who refuses to help me when I ask. We hit the parental jackpot.”

“Exactly,” Skylar replies. “When you put it that way, fuck.”

Fuck indeed.

* * *

It takes a few hours to get back to the city, which we make use of, singing along to songs and stopping for snacks. I can’t remember the last time I went on any kind of road trip with friends. The way here doesn’t count because I was tied up, and it definitely didn’t feel like I was with friends.

How things have changed.

We hear loud music coming from the clubhouse as soon as we park the car, and we all exchange glances.

“We’re gone for one day and they’re throwing a party?” I ask as I step out of the car.

“It seems that way,” Skylar mutters, walking with me to the entrance, the men behind us. The music gets louder as we open the door and step inside, and when we hit the living room, the sight before us has my jaw dropping.

Dee is sitting there, in nothing but his black briefs, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand dragging along the floor, and getting a lap dance from some woman I’ve never seen before, also mostly naked.

“Well, that’s more of Dee than I ever wanted to see,” I admit, glancing away from his crotch area.

Dee finally notices us, and instead of being embarrassed in the slightest, he simply grins and mouths along to the Cardi B song that’s playing. We leave him to his party and head out the back, where we find Chains and Crow, both sitting there with their heads together looking at something.

“No women for you both?” Skylar asks, pulling out a chair next to Crow.

“Someone has to be responsible,” Crow replies, lifting his head. “You know, just in case some