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I didn’t doubt that for a minute, but he knew as well as I did how far left this could go. Women were a different breed when pissed off. He may not have been concerned, but I personally would rather go to sleep knowing my balls were safe from harm.
“I’ll follow you,” I said, turning back for the van. “Let’s see if this piece of shit can make it.”
I climbed back in, settling on orange suede that should have been annihilated from existence half a decade ago.
Addy whispered something to Nyx, and then slammed the door before walking over to the SUV.
“What was that about?”
“Nothing,” she mumbled, leaning over to stare out the window.
It sure as shit didn’t seem like nothing, but I’d let her be…for now.
“He’s still bleeding.”
“That means he’s still alive.”
“I know that. I’m just telling you he’s still bleeding.” She turned back around in her seat. “It’s so hot, Malik,” she moaned a second later, sticking her hand out the window.
I gripped the steering wheel as the sound went right to my dick. It wasn’t even sexual, but her saying my name like that always got to me. Didn’t matter if she sighed, moaned, yelled…I loved hearing it.
Soon, I’d have her chanting it, telling me how much of a god I was as I dicked her down and set a precedent no man could ever match.
Catching a small blur in my peripheral, I glanced over just as she lifted her tank top over her head, revealing the top of her breasts, nice and snug in a black bra.
The tattoo that began at her neck expanded across her chest, its dark tribal pattern layered with more flowers. It made her look more exotic than she already did.
Fuck. She was perfect.
“I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose.” I adjusted in my seat, trying to give my dick some room to breathe as it pressed up against the denim of my jeans.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, but I don’t think Ace and Darrian are still alive.”
“You whip your shirt off and lead with that?”
“I’m serious; the odds are not in their favor.”
“I agree. They’re either both long gone or one is still alive…maybe. But the man in that bench seat might know something about Demon.”
“And Sam and Lilith,” she was quick to add. “His birthday is in three days.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, but silence didn’t seem to be an appropriate response. “He’s the same age as Demon. So he’ll be seventeen, right? I remember those days.” And how fucking hard life was, I silently added.
“Yeah, me and my parents would have celebrated with him, probably Lilith and Bella, too. He may have been better now…”
I nodded, remembering the kid had an issue with his immune system.
Personally, I thought he was a fucking idiot for risking his health until she’d mentioned he had been kept inside nearly twenty-four seven. I’d met Grimm, their father, on two occasions. It was safe to assume the kid probably needed a break.
“It was stupid of him, I know, but I can’t blame him. Things were getting kind of…intense,” she continued, voicing almost everything I’d just been thinking.
I still wasn’t sure how to respond. I sucked at shit like this; I never cared enough to comfort anyone unless it was my immediate circle. This was the most she’d said about her brother in a while, though.
We were all concerned about those closest to us, but it seemed to be a topic we increasingly avoided.
No one wanted to discuss the slight possibility that one may not live to see us again. Fuck, even I wasn’t that naïve. Five people went missing; basic Badlands fundamentals said two, possibly three, would be dead before this was over.
My bet was on the kids all pulling through versus the adults. These weren’t normal teens. They were ruthless, raised in two of the strongest factions in the Badlands. Survival was all they knew. I had enough faith in them to do that until we could find them—because we would find them.
