“Hot!”
“He’s mine! No more peeking. Even inside your head.”
“You going to lock him in a purdah?”
“I should. Tonight’s going to be such a pain. He’s already said that all the society bitches sniff around him. It’s why he wants me there.”
“Why did he wait so long to ask you, do you think?”
“I don’t know. He’s always been cautious around me.”
I give her a sanitized version of our beginning. Minus the kidnapping. And the decapitated head. And… the other body parts.
“Maybe you showing up at his house was like ‘Open sesame.’”
“If it is, he’s the one who won’t put out,” I grumble.
When she bursts out laughing, I grin at her, delighted in her amusement.
It’s not that I’ve never had girlfriends. My sisters and I are close, after all. But Wynter’s different. She doesn’thaveto be friends with me.We’re both gliding too close to the sun together and it’s beginning to feel like teamwork.
I’m almost disappointed when signs for the Jersey Turnpike pop up on the highway.
“That’s the fastest that journey’s ever gone,” she declares.
“Same. We need to hang out more. Ya know, without murdering people or being a taxi driver for a bunch of drunken Rhos beforehand.”
Her smile quivers. “It’s only going to get worse.”
“Yeah. But we’re in this together, right?” I put words to my nascent hope.
“We are,” she concurs a touch wispily. “We should go to the cinema club next week.”
“Sounds good to me. Want me to invite Shay? You can sit next to him.”
“Shut up.” She squeals.
Mid-squeal, I receive a call from my guards, who must’ve gone on red alert the second I nosed my car toward the turnpike.
“Where are you going?”
Ah. Not my guards. They sent in the big boys.
“Just heading to Jersey, Maxim.”
“Why do you never go where you say you’re going?”
“That’s not true! Everyone needs a detour.”
“The guards told me you picked up Wynter Kinnock.”
“Yep.”
“You know who she is, Victoria.” He grunts. “You can’t take two SUVs of Russian and Irish guards into MC territory without consequences.”
“My dad won’t mind,” Wynter chirps, brows wagging at me. “Honest!”
Thank goodness Maxim didn’t diss the Sinners. That’d have been awkward!
