Page 71 of Depraved

“Yeah, well. I haven’t seen it like that before. All hard and…big.”

I laughed and noticed how Alyx was frowning at us. “Don’t worry, ballerina girl. Around here, everyone has seen everyone naked at some point in time.” I zipped my jeans. “Tequila does that to a person.” I leaned over the bed and turned her face toward mine, kissing her, making a whole theatrical display of tongue-fucking Alyx in front of Neon.

“Jesus Christ,” I heard Neon swear.

Letting go of Alyx’s lips, I looked straight into her blue eyes. “Eat. Please.”

She didn’t nod. She didn’t say anything. But I didn’t push it. I knew Neon would work her magic and make my girl eat something.

As I walked past Neon, I smiled at her. “Get her ready. We’re leaving in an hour. Oh, she has a fresh tattoo. Take care of that. And she needs new clothes. I ruined hers.”

“Of course, you did.” She rolled her eyes. “Fucking savages, all of you!” she called after me, and I smiled. Neon was going to give Alyx a pretty hard time by trying to get her to spill the lot on what just happened in that room.

When I entered the kitchen, Ink and Onyx both looked up from their plates. Ink narrowed his eyes at me. “Why do you look thoroughly fucked?”

“Why do you look like an asshole?”

“Because I am an asshole.”

Onyx scowled at me with a sullen expression on his face, like the fucker saw right through me. Animosity pulsed from him to me in angry waves, and even Ink could feel the atmosphere turn to shit.

“Okay, boys. We got a lot of shit to get through today. Let’s not add butchery and carnage to that, okay?”

Onyx turned his attention back to his plate of scrambled eggs, and I poured myself a cup of coffee. “Everything set for today?”

“Yup,” Ink replied while still chewing. “Two vans. Two routes. And a fuck-load of guns. That’s all we need, right?”

I snorted. “Right. Where’s Dutch?”

“He and Manic left a few hours ago. They’re scouting both routes.”

“Good. I’ll meet you assholes here in twenty. I need a shower.” About to leave, I heard a chair screech across the kitchen floor.

“Tell me again why we’re doing all of this?”

I leaned my head back, annoyed as fuck. “Onyx, please don’t start. Not now.”

“Does she know?”

Reluctantly, I turned to face him. “Know what?”

“The reason you chose her to be a part of all this.”

Annoyance flickered at the back of my head. “And what reason might that be?”

“You couldn’t fuck Kate, so you had to fuck Alyx.”

And just like that, he flipped the fucking switch, and I launched forward, ready to fucking stab him between his goddamn eyes. But Ink jumped in front of me, trying to keep Onyx and me apart. “Stop. Both of you. Let’s get this woman to the safe house first, then you can slaughter each other, okay? Odds are one of you will die on route anyway, so let’s see if we can spill blood on tar rather than on perfectly clean kitchen tiles.” He glanced from Onyx to me. “’Kay?”

Fists balled, ready to dish out pain, I glared at my little brother, silently shooting daggers at his forehead. I pointed at him while clenching my jaw. “You better start watching your motherfucking mouth.”

I jerked away from Ink and straightened, the need to kick my brother’s ass simmering in my gut. But Ink was right. We had more important shit to worry about today.

“Suit up,” I said to them both. “And get hold of Dutch and Manic. Tell them we’re leaving in an hour.”

Ink nodded. “Got it.”

For a few seconds more, I looked at Onyx, the air laden with animosity, and I knew it was jealousy burning in his eyes. Jealousy, just like it was back then.