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“Thanks for that vote of confidence,” I deadpanned.
“You’re welcome. My vote is on the first outcome. If you were wondering.”
I wasn’t.
I didn’t give a shit what she or anyone had to say, predicted, or didn’t understand about what was between me and Nyx. Me. Nyx. Not anyone else
.
We fell into an easy silence and continued to wait for Z. He was the first person I would tell about Stiles, and then we could discuss it amongst the others, which is more than likely why Trix was still so close, because the girl was nosey as fuck.
The name of the farm rang familiar, but I could not for the life of me recall why. I had a good theory on why they would want two grown ass adults, though. Not exactly a positive theory, but one that made the most sense. And guaranteed that someone was dead.
By the time Z got his ass to the rec room, the party was in full swing. All of the Venom not on guard or working through the night were either dancing, fucking, or drinking around the same area I was in, or out front by the fire.
I would have much rather been with Nyx, but this was important if we were going to find anyone we were looking for. I wasn’t a fan of leaving her in a state of confusion. Of leaving her at all, actually. If I could climb inside her and create a ball and chain, I would.
Though I had to admit, the way those gears turned in that brilliant mind of hers every time she was caught off guard made this somewhat worth it.
Trix had gone off to speak to some new chick, leaving Greer to take her place. I had wound up sitting between the Bunny twins. Z and I had come up with that nickname when we realized they constantly fucked different members—just like rabbits.
I didn’t care. I had been there, done that with both, and there was no trace of desire to do it again. There was no concern on my end with who they gave up their pussy to, but a little discretion wouldn’t have hurt. Perhaps a five minute screening process so they could at least learn the eye color of whom they were fucking.
“Move,” he commanded the Bunny on my left, passing one of the drinks in his hand to me and another to Greer.
She did so immediately, her sister doing the same. They scattered like a pair of roaches that had been caught in daylight, heading outside where the sun was setting.
“Since our lead has half his brains painted on the wall, I assume you got something from him?”
“Everything we needed. You ever hear of Stiles Farm?” I asked once he was seated beside me.
He twisted the lid off his canteen and took a decent swig. “I have, yeah. It’s a few miles outside an old lodging town. We haven’t sent anyone that way yet.”
“Mierda,” Greer cursed, leaned forward so he could hear our conversation. “That’s an old meat farm.”
I’d already considered the type of people who lived there. His extra nugget of info just confirmed it.
“Buddy said he gave both Darrian and Ace to a nice family that lives there. Also said that Nyx’s little brother is sick; since that isn’t newsworthy, I can only assume it’s bad.”
“Then we need to get there as soon as we can,” Zane replied.
“I can grab one of the old GPSes from the back hall and see what we get,” Greer volunteered, rising to his feet. He walked off in the direction of the back hall, grabbing an unsuspecting brunette on his way.
“One of them is dead by now,” he said, no emotion evident in his tone.
“Maybe even both,” I replied lazily. “It’s still worth checking out.”
“Definitely somewhere we need to make our way to. I say get our shit gathered, have the SUV checked over, and then bounce.”
“Works for me. Where’s Adelaide?” I asked, taking a drink of the hooch he’d handed me.
“Talking to her dad. She’s homesick.”
“Did she tell you that?”
“Didn’t have to. I can tell. Still trying to figure out why she’s acting so damn weird.”
“Is she pregnant?”
