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I look at her name tag. “The meatball sub and a Coke please, Bethany.”
“Put it on a separate tab,” Ace tells her.
Her blue eyes narrow. “You’re not together?”
“Nope.” Ace shakes his head. “We picked her up in Chicago and we can’t fucking shake her.”
I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a response, but inside, I’m seething.
Bethany blinks in confusion, way too young and naive to understand that she’s being used in Ace and Romeo’s fucked-up mission to push my buttons. “I-I’ll just get your drinks.”
Romeo rests his forearms on the table and leans forward. “You think we should ask Bethany what time she gets off? Then maybe we can get her off?”
Ace smirks at him, and I roll my eyes. “Pretty sure Bethany is way too young and innocent for you two deviants.”
Ace scowls at me. “You weren’t calling us deviants when you were begging for our cocks, Trouble.”
“I didn’t beg.”
“Oh yeah you did.” Romeo snickers. “If you’d like me to refresh your memory, I can slip my fingers inside you right here at this table and we can let everyone hear those desperate little noises you made. What do you say?”
His crude remarks should turn me off. If any other guy spoke to me like that, he’d end up bloody and unconscious, so why am I letting him get away with it? Maybe because I know he’s right. Or maybe because the two of them made me feel things that I didn’t think I was capable of feeling. I’ve had my fair share of orgasms and sexual encounters, but nothing like the experience I had with them. It was like some out of body event.
It was just good sex. Nothing more.
Bethany comes back with our drinks, rescuing me once again from Romeo’s filthy mouth and the way it seems to short-circuit my otherwise rational brain.
Chapter
Twenty
ACE
We drove all night until we reached Harrisburg and checked into a cheap roadside motel. One room, two beds. After more than ten hours on the road, all of us were too tired to do anything other than sleep, and we didn’t wake up until after noon. Keres was edgy and eager to get moving, and I was glad to get moving again too. Being cooped up with her attitude isn’t exactly my favorite way to spend my time.
“This is it.” I nod toward the laundromat across the street.
“The guy we’re looking for works in a laundromat?” Keres asks.
“Owns it. And he lives upstairs.” I indicate the light shining in the upstairs apartment window.
“You’d think human trafficking would pay more.” With a shrug, she strides across the street, and I follow.
Taking a few quick strides, I catch up. “All I was told is that he’s a lead. We don’t know if he was even involved.”
She sneers. “I’m not buying it. If his name turned up, he’s involved somehow. Sick fuck.”
A sigh rolls out of me. Between her and Romeo, who tends to be knife and gun happy at the best of times, I can see us leaving a trail of dead bodies across the country before we find who we’re looking for. Not that killing people particularly bothers me. It’s the cleanup I don’t like. So much mess.
Keres walks to the store and pulls on the door, but it’s locked even though the lights are on inside. “Dammit.”
I press the buzzer and wait a few seconds for someone to answer.
“Hello?”
I edge closer to the speaker. “Hey, I have a parcel here for Jeremiah Boone.”
“Just leave it at the door.”
