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I reached out, each of my hands gripping a pair of lips and forcing them shut. “I never want to know why my deadly brother ever watched a chick flick, nor think of my father fucking another man—”
Through closed lips, Dagger said, “’nless he de taker.”
Blowing out a calming breath, because I was about to shoot them both, I said, “Nor do I want to visualize my father bent over—Oh my God. The image in my head is so disturbing. Can you two knuckleheads please focus?”
Dagger’s lips looked like a duck’s in my grip as he tried to grin. “Bikers wat-chin chi-flix make girs hot.”
I started laughing. Smart fucker was trying to chill me out.
I released their mouths. “I’m calm. Just focus.”
Pops’ smile faded. “Your stomach okay, son?”
“Please just worry about her—” I jumped when the door opened behind me.
Elle rested her hand on my shoulder. “You okay?”
Without instructing it, my arm wrapped around her neck and yanked her to my chest. “I am now.” I sighed. So tired, I was grateful she hadn’t been attacked or kidnapped in the bathroom, but I wasn’t willing to stick around long enough for it to truly happen. “Let’s go.”
Elle suddenly had concrete shoes. “What about you?”
“Pfft,” started Pops. “I was just asking the same.”
A toilet flushing got louder as a door next to us opened. Joining us, Dagger asked, “What? I had to pee.”
I was flabbergasted because I hadn’t even noticed him leaving my side. And, by his one-eyed glare, he knew it.
Fuck! What is wrong with me?
Quietly, Pops assured me, “On my life, she will be okay while you empty your bladder.”
Conceding, I growled at Elle, “Stay right here.”
She growled back, “I know the fucking routine.”
I cursed the old coots laughing as I stomped into the bathroom.
On the way back to the truck, Pops reminded, “Cool and calm, boy. Trying not to stick out here.”
I exhaled and slowed my sprint, which Elle was struggling to keep up with. The poor thing asked, “Are you mad at me?”
I’m doing this all wrong.
At the park, with her exposed, I think I was calmer because there was no one around. Now, there weren’t many but still enough people to make me, well, act like I was acting.
At the truck, I opened the back door to help shield Elle and me, then shamefully whispered, “I’m not used to caring. But I do, so much for you.”
Her mouth parted, then she said, “Perfect things. You say the most perfect things.”
Watching her scoot to the middle of the back seat, smiling at me, I was embarrassed for just growling at her like a neanderthal at the bathrooms. At least I peed indoors, I guess.
Pulling the truck from its parking spot, Vice was checking the mirrors. “Any tracers?”
Tracers are what we referred to anyone tailing us. We were the bullet out of the gun and didn’t want anyone noticing. Thing is, we never spoke about it. We all knew the routine and were watchful of anyone leaving a place at the same time as us. That’s when I knew this was all for Elle’s benefit.
Also checking his mirror and with careful eyes, Vice said, “Not a one so far.”
Elle exhaled, then took a deep breath to replace the one she had been holding—that I missed.
