Trey - Shandi Boyes Page 0,50
he’ll react once he’s out of her spell.” I slam down the trunk before moving for the driver’s side door. “Besides, if Jim kills you, I’ll be left standing next to a pigpen longer than required. It’s not often they’re served two bodies in a day.” Eight laughs off my worry with a playful tug of his collar. He needs to work on the panic in his eyes if he wants me to believe he isn’t worried, though. “Keep an eye on P’s until I return. News of Vladimir’s death is only just circulating, so we can’t be too cautious. If our enemies think we’re busted up, they’ll want to pick at the scabs.”
“Aight, I’ll head there now.” When I crank open the driver’s side door of my car, he straddles a quad just to the left of me. “Heads up.” I look up in just enough time to catch the bag he tosses at my head before it smacks me in the face. “Nero said your girl didn’t eat breakfast. Figured you’d have a better chance than us.”
After jerking up my chin in thanks, I slide into the driver’s seat. “If you get any rumblings, call Nero. I can’t find my cell phone.”
Eight returns my head jerk before he kicks over the quad’s motor. Its healthy vibrations only just conceal his snickered, “Again.” I have a habit of misplacing my electronic devices.
Although K’s attention appears to be on Eight, I can feel her eyes on me. They’re as heated now as they were when we dined on the delicious range of goodies Dok keeps well hidden, and it has nothing to do with the bag of fragrant-smelling food Eight just handed me. She’s still liking that I stood up for her almost as much as I’m loving her lack of disgust I killed two men in front of her.
Killing is only sinful when it’s done to an innocent.
I almost let Nikolai’s verdict stand, but the scratches on K’s arm altered my verdict. I couldn’t see them when she slipped her hand into mine, but I most certainly could feel them. The droplets of blood sliding down her arm obliterated any chance of Rory walking out of his room alive. I wanted him dead no matter the consequence.
Mercifully, I don’t see Nikolai disagreeing with my judgment once he emerges from his Justine high. Rory disobeyed his direct order. The verdict for that is only ever death.
I wait for Eight’s quad to leave a dust trail before directing my focus to K. “Put your seat belt on, K. Don’t want you getting hurt.”
If I didn’t already know her eyes were on me, I’m left with no doubt when they float away to locate the buckle of her belt. Her gaze was so heated, my face cooled when she moved her eyes away.
Once the familiar click of a belt latching into place sounds through my ears, I fire up my engine, shift my gearstick into first, then commence our five-mile trip.
We’re a quarter of a mile away from Clarks when I dig my hand into the bag Eight tossed at me. There’s an array of food inside—bacon and egg muffins that are still warm, freshly baked cookies, fruit, and enough bread to feed an army.
Although I’m dying for K’s stomach to quit fucking growling, I’m not so hyped up on the adrenaline every kill awards me with to know feeding her stomach its every desire right now could end disastrously. Jim is a cool guy, but even I have issues showering at his ranch. The dude is almost blind, so he has the perfect excuse for a lack of cleanliness, however, what’s his whore’s excuse?
Nikolai gave him the pick of the crop when he offered up the use of his industrial fridges two years ago when we had bodies to hide and no place to hide them. He picked well when he chose Arabella, she has a nice rack and plenty of ass, but it’s clear her hoover lips were the only thing Jim considered while testing out the merchandise on offer. She can’t cook or clean for shit.
With that in mind, I pull a bread roll out of the bag, take a large bite out of it, then hand it to K. She waits for the dry clump of carbs to slide down my throat before accepting her share. For someone eating her first meal in almost twelve hours, she doesn’t scarf down the bread roll like I’m anticipating. She nibbles