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“Don’t try to get all buddy-buddy with me. It doesn’t matter whether you killed my dad or not, you’re still criminals and I hate all gangs. You are a plague on society,” I snap in anger.
I know I’m being rude, and a part of me wishes I could take it all back, but another part of me is satisfied to have put him in his place.
“Okay,” he says, standing as he slips his hands into his pockets. “You trust the cops then? Years back, the people who betrayed your dad were cops. The people who betrayed you were cops as well.”
I glare at him. “Just because there are a few bad cops doesn’t mean all cops are like that.”
He looks at me in silence for a moment, as if he’s letting my words sink in, and then shrugs. “Okay.”
My skin stings with a blush. That sounded so hypocritical. If I say not all cops are bad despite what they’ve done, then shouldn’t that mean I have no right to generalize all gang members as bad men?
I look away from him. It’s like I can hear his voice in my head, telling me not all gang members are bad.
“You should get some rest. You’ve had a very long day, and you were quite injured.”
He points to a side table I hadn’t noticed until now. “You should have those painkillers and try to get some sleep.”
He exits the room, leaving me with my thoughts and messed up emotions.
Chapter 8
Josiah
It’s been two days since the attack on Flames of Hell, and so far, they haven’t figured out that the attack came from us. They probably won’t figure it out if everything continues to go as it should.
I spoon cereal into my mouth. I’m at home for now, which is a little annoying considering I’m only here as a babysitter for our new guest.
I return to the kitchen to refill my bowl with some more cereal, when out of the corner of my eye, as though she’s been summoned by my thoughts, I see a glimpse of red hair.
She comes out of the room, dressed in my shirt, although I doubt she would be happy to know its source.
I raise a brow in surprise. For the past two days, she hasn’t come out of the room. She’s been in bed recovering from her injuries and what seemed to be a fever, although we couldn’t be certain.
It could have been because she had been injured from the kidnapping and explosion; however, the shocking news she’d been delivered after years of nursing hate towards us could’ve also been a factor.
Rueben had been the one taking care of her. I hadn’t really been interested in getting involved in the drama and had stayed on the sidelines, content to simply watch while the others did the speaking.
Despite my reservation, I do think she’s absolutely hot, especially after seeing her body when they got her out of her dirty clothes.
“Help me get these jeans off her,” Rueben says as he tries to get her shirt off. “I think there are injuries on her thighs or something. I see blood on her pants, but no cuts in the fabric.”
Tanner steps up to unbutton the jeans. He slides his hand underneath her as he tries to pull it off. His face is set in concentration, a look that soon turns into a frustrated one when the jeans don’t budge.
“Okay, you know what?”
He walks out of the room and returns with a pair of scissors, tearing into the jeans until he cuts them off her.
Rueben looks at him with disapproval. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Tanner shrugs. “You wanted to get her out of her clothes, right? Well, she’s out.”
“Holy smokes, the legs on her,” he says when he looks her over, his eyes wide in surprise.
Rueben looks down at her as well; however, he says nothing. Instead, he focuses on getting her out of her top, taking the more gentlemanly approach of easing it over her head while trying not to cause her any pain.
“I was right. There’s an injury on her thigh,” Rueben says.
I move closer, curious, although I’m usually not one to end up drooling over a lady. However, even I can’t deny that she’s hot. She’s a tall girl, and judging from the looks of it, all legs.
