“Rock, paper, scissors?” Eris inquires.
Her best friend grins, holding her hand out. “One, two, three.”
“Paper.”
“Damnit!”
Eris grins at her. “You always choose rock. Pick something else.”
“I panic,” Roo all but growls in frustration. “Why do you always pick paper?”
“Because I know I’m going to win.”
“There’s only three things to pick from,” Roo argues.
Eris holds her finger up, as if she’s pausing the conversation. She tips her head, and they both stare at a wheezing Daniel.
Her shot is so quick, I miss her moving the gun. One second, her hand is limp by her side, and then it’s pointed directly at Daniel’s forehead, a bullet already lodged in his skull.
The sound hits my ears before blood oozes down his face.
“He won’t be a problem again.” Eris turns to me, her voice soft and sharp all at once. “Roo’s brother will do the rest.”
“Ivan?” Silas asks.
Roo glances at us, eyes narrowed as if she doesn’t want to answer. “Yes. He’s waiting for us to leave because I skipped dinner for this, and he doesn’t want todealwith me.”
Eris huffs a laugh. “You said you had tacos for lunch.”
“I did not,” Roo insists.
“Liar,” Eris mutters with a grin. “We could have ordered dinner.”
I shake my head and herd them toward the vehicle. “How do you get any work done if this is a usual night?”
“We manage,” Roo tells me, but Eris just smiles as if it’s the biggest secret she’ll never tell.
Kieran sits in the passenger seat and turns to frown at the girls. “I’m never doing recon at a bar again.”
Silas snorts, but it sounds like we’re all on the same page.
“Agreed,” I tell them. “Especially if she’s taped into a bikini top.”
“It’s a backless top,” Eris explains. “Not a bathing suit.”
“It’s hot, and none of us are trying to get stabbed for touching you in front of your bestie,” Kieran pops back. He glances at Silas and grimaces. “Again.”
Eris and Roo cackle like lunatics as I pull the SUV away from the alley and the dead body. A giant blond man slinks through the shadows, there and gone, as he collects the last of our problems.
Ivan, I hope.
But the girls aren’t worried.
It really hits me as we drive away…
They’re above the law.
Protected by their boss.
Incredibly insane.
And Eris is ours.
