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She shakes her head. "Nah, it never happened, and then we got old enough that we didn't want to go down that route. In some ways I regret it now, but in a way all these men are my kids." She looks meaningfully at the living room. "I know it’s fucked up and won’t last, but taking care of Anne has been the most fun I’ve had since General died."
I finish my bagel and lick the grease off my fingers even though there’s a napkin right in front of me. I’m just as bad as Anne. "I really appreciate you taking such good care of her. She’s having a blast. God, when I woke up today, I felt so bad, but I don’t think she even noticed I was gone."
"Trust me, she did. Sometimes she goes quiet, and I know she’s dealing with what’s happened, but she’s a good kid. Anyway,finish your coffee. I dug out a bunch more stuff that should fit you. They’ll come for you later and I bet you’d love a shower and a change of clothes before that happens."
"God, yes. I smell like a bar."
Bonnie snorts, then opens the door to the living room. I take a moment to give Anne a hug while she's playing. "Everything okay?"
"Aah! Watch the arm, I'm almost winning this!" A score pops up on the screen, and there seems to be some sort of pause, because she puts her controller down and hugs me back. "I'm okay. It's a little scary, but Bonnie is so nice to me. I know you're doing what you can to make this better."
Am I? Or am I doing everything I can to help myself, and just hoping she’ll be okay? I'm not sure what the right thing to do is. "I'm doing my best. Okay, I'm going to shower."
She wrinkles her nose as she pulls back and grins at me. "Good, you stink."
I gasp in outrage. "No you stink!"
"Don’t care. I have coffee," she snaps back then takes a deep sip from her cup, daring me to stop her.
Bonnie's shower has really nice pressure and a detachable shower head. I scrub myself clean, enjoying some time to myself, and only myself. I've got a lot to think about. At least I think I do, but no matter what I try to focus on, it's Ghost, Riot and Tex that keep floating through my head.
The drinks. The kisses. The rumble of riding behind them on their motorcycles. Ghost touching me this morning, making me touch myself.
And of course Bonnie had to suggest a four-way. How would that even work? The idea of the three of them around me, naked and pressing against me, trading kisses back and forth…
I take her shower head off the hook and rinse off, the thrum of the water beating against my skin lower and lower. I capture my lower lip between my teeth, close my eyes and take it where I want it, teasing myself with bursts of intense pressure and then slow movement along the edge. I brace one hand on the wall and groan, thinking about them and wondering if Ghost is doing the same back in his room like he said. Hot water streams over my tingling nub. I let it build and build and build until I throw my head back with a silent scream of release.
16
RIOT
“Bring them in,”Hellfire orders.
Tex nods, going out into the church where Ghost is waiting with Jessica and Anne.
We’re using Hellfire’s office in the old sacristy to contact Kane. He kept the old wooden cabinets that the priests used to store all their robes and shit, but otherwise it’s pretty well gutted, a new desk, and a pinup calendar of topless girls on motorcycles on the wall with a private bar underneath. It’s not all fun and games, though. There’s all the usual shit you need to run a business, like computers, a printer, and even a fucking ergonomic chair.
“You think he’ll answer?”
Hellfire looks ready to tear someone a new hole. “If he knows what’s good for him, he will. Right now we’re willing to deal, but he’s been avoiding us on the usual channels and the clock is ticking. Pretty soon we’ll have to assume he killed Cooper and is stalling for time. If that’s the case, the gloves come off. We can’t sit around while he’s preparing to mount a counter attack.”
Tex and Ghost return with the girls between them. Anne is wearing sweatpants that are rolled up at the ankles, and a hoodie that’s three sizes too big. Her cheeks are pale, and she looks very nervous and young. This isn’t a fucking place for a kid.
Pisses me off that we’re doing this. That it’s our fault, but what’s done is done. We can’t undo taking Cooper’s job.
Jessica is a completely different woman from last night. Her expression is frozen into a neutral mask, with her hair back in a braid like we first found her. Bonnie’s clothes again, but just plain jeans and a black hoodie. She takes Anne’s hand.
Hellfire nods at the girls. “I’m sorry to put you through this, but it has to be done. You said this is his private number?”
“Yes. As far as I know, the two of us, and…” Jessica flinches. “Marissa, his girlfriend, are the only ones that have it. It was only supposed to be for emergencies.”
“Nobody say a fucking thing until I give the word.” Hellfire puts one of our burner phones on his desk and dials the number Jessica provided. He puts it on speaker as soon as it starts to ring.
Once.
Twice.
The third one barely starts before there's a click. "Who is this? Anne? Jessica? Speak to me." It’s Kane's voice alright.
