Page 77 of Blue Falcon


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“It’s really not.”

“But it is,” he said in a sing-song voice.

“Why do you always do that shit?”

“What would that be?” he asked, tearing into his chicken.

“That thing where you argue with someone when they tell you you’re wrong.”

“Because I’m right. Always am.” He tore into his waffle and nodded. “Mmm, you should try this waffle.”

He held it out to me and I shoved it away. “I’m not eating your food.”

“Why not?”

“Because you just had your mouth on it.”

He frowned. “You would share your food with Wren.”

“Yes, but she’s…clean.”

A grin split his lips as he took another bite. “Is she clean when you’re making her come with your mouth?”

“Fuck you,” I snapped, tossing my napkin at him.

A loud rumble sounded outside and I turned to see an entire army of motorcycles pull up to the diner. “Fuck, this isn’t good.”

“We got this,” Fox said, shoving more food in his mouth.

“Fox, there’s like twenty of them.”

He was about to shove more weeds in his mouth when he stopped and stared at me. “What’s your point?”

“My point is that we’re outnumbered by eighteen.”

“I’m not seeing it,” he frowned.

“They have twenty at least,” I said slowly. “There are two of us. Hence, we’re outnumbered.”

His frown deepened. “I think we need a new word. Hence feels a little…pretentious. Don’t you think there’s a funner word to use?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Consequently,” he nodded. “Or accordingly.” Then he shook his head. “No, neither of those is right.” He snapped his fingers at me. “Ergo. That’s the one.”

“Ergo?”

“Yes, there are twenty of them and two of us. Ergo, we’ve got this. Man, I love that word.”

“And that’s not pretentious?”

“Who the fuck do you know that uses the word ergo?”

The bell chimed over the door as the bikers started piling in. “Those bikers are packing. Ergo, we’re fucking screwed.”

“We have an arsenal in the back. Besides, I have my knives. What could go wrong?”

I was just about to yell at him for using the cursed phrase when Wren walked out of the bathroom and reality sank in. “Wren is here. Ergo, we’re really fucking screwed.”

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