“We have a dead man in my trunk, and you’re arguing with me about whether I’m looking at your man-titties.”
He snorts. “Yes. It’s called having priorities.”
“You’re ridiculous. You know that, right?”
“No, but thank you for the compliment.”
“It wasn’t one.”
“I’m taking it as such.”
Fuck this dude.
I’m amazed no one has decided to kill him yet out of sheer annoyance.
“You’re doing your awful best to make me want to drive this car into the ditch beyond the road.”
“Good. Do it then and end my suffering.”
“No. Sunny needs me,” I growl. “And it’s about time you realized what’s at stake here.”
“You’re the one who killed that officer, not me. I’m just trying to be a good friend and help you out.”
“So you can get a couple of bonus points with her, and she’ll let you lick her pussy again, is that it?” I growl.
“No. But it would be nice.”
My hands ball into fists while I hold the steering wheel for dear life as we wait for the traffic light to turn green.
“What? You’re not the only one who’s obsessed.”
I abruptly turn my head. “She’s. Not. Yours.”
He tilts his head and raises a brow. “She’s not yours either.”
We engage in a stare down until the light finally turns green, and I hit the gas so hard he’s knocked back into his seat.
“Jesus, can you slow it down a little?”
“No,” I grit.
I need to get this over with as soon as possible, before I kill someone else.
As we turn the corner, a motorcycle zooms past the window, and we both turn our heads like roosting chickens seeing a fox run by.
That brand, the helmet … the hair.
“It’s her,” Orion mutters, as he slowly turns his head in abject horror. “DRIVE!”
I hit the gas, racing past several traffic lights so I could get as far away from that motorcycle as fast as possible, hoping she hadn’t spotted us.
When I’ve finally arrived at the location at the edge of town, near a recycling business that has narrow ties with my family, I park the car outside the gates and get out of the car. It’s started to rain, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be soaked by the time I return, as I press the number I memorized into the pad near the gate.
My car window rolls down. “Where the hell are we?” Orion blares.
“Nowhere important.”
He looks around. “It’s a scrap heap.”
