“She doesn’t need to bury bodies, does she?” I smirk. “Do you reckon Vitali will ever catch her?”
“Maybe, but who knows? I don’t know if Nell is saying no because she’s ornery and likes to mess with him, or she just doesn’t want to get with him, but she’s had a date night or two with him. Trouble being she leaves the date during the evening, leaving him sitting alone. I reckon he’s enjoying the chase, but he’ll never win while he has his people throwing women at him.”
“Nope. Nell isn’t going to go along with that at all. Who can blame her? I’d not like it if I were in her shoes. She’s got her head on her shoulders, and she has Graham, Tank, and Richie watching her back. She’ll be fine, but she knows we’ll all be there for her if it’s needed.”
Buzz nods, “Yeah, she knows that. Come on, let’s have a drink.”
I walk before Buzz into the kitchen, but I don’t clear the door before something lands on my head. Runs down my neck, face, and shoulders. Wiping the shit out of my eyes, I look at my hands. Cake batter. Fuckin’ cake batter. Glancing into the kitchen, Amelia and Sybil are holding hands over their mouths, eyes like owls, and it is obvious they did not know this was going to happen. Then the light in my mind flicked on, “WINGS!” I bellow, “THIS MEANS WAR!”
Buzz, however, is behind me hands on his knees, head down and guffawing so hard he’s making large gasping noises. “Sorry, Chaos…” he gasps again, but when he looks up at me, he laughs once more.
Fuckers! They are all fucking fuckers! But inside I’m laughing with them. This is funny shit.
