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Cursing, I swung at Rael and split his bottom lip, snickering as I watched him spit the blood from his mouth. We couldn’t harm one another much. Maybe draw some blood and give a few bruises but nothing permanent. Still felt fucking good to take my anger and frustration out on him.
Fuck. That was exactly what he was counting on.
I dropped my fists, glaring at him as Rael flashed a shit-eating grin. “You fucker.”
“Feel better?” he asked, testing his jaw with his hand. “You and fucking Jigsaw. Lead fists.”
“Then why do you say the shit you do if you don’t want to get punched?”
“I like pain.”
Fucking hell.
Ex kept smoking, clearly high now and enjoying it. “Dumbass.”
No wonder Grim was always complaining that his job as president was equivalent to adult daycare. He wasn’t wrong.
“What time is it?” I demanded, mumbling shit under my breath about annoying assholes who like to get into people’s business.
Rael’s grin grew wider.
Exorcist shrugged. “Not really caring at the moment.”
Tugging my phone from the inner pocket of my cut, I clicked the side button as the screen displayed 1:58 am. Nearly two and nothing was out of place or abnormal—no sign of those Russian pricks or the Scorpions. No one was awake or hanging around at all.
“Everyone’s asleep, dimwit,” Rael announced like I didn’t already know that. “Doubt your social worker is gonna come out here before dawn.”
“Her name is Tawni,” I grit out from between clenched teeth.
“Tawni? Huh? Isn’t that the name of the stripper Jigsaw fucked last week?”
Lunging forward, I tackled Rael to the ground as he burst out laughing. It wasn’t even worth punching him again. Sick fuck liked the pain and got off on the confrontation.
Frowning, I hopped up and flipped him the middle finger.
“What? I’m bored,” he whined.
Rael and boredom should never be combined in the same sentence.
“I’m getting a headache.”
Ex started laughing and couldn’t stop. “Shit. I need to take a piss.” He sauntered around the side of the building, whipping out his dick without a care.
Raising my hand, I scrubbed it across my face. “This is torture.”
“Why? Tawni blow you off?”
“No,” I grunted, giving him a pointed stare. “I’m talking about you.”
Rael chuckled and then strolled over to his bike, yanking a few beers from the saddlebags. “We need to stay entertained. I know I am.”
“Why does that not surprise me?”
“Cuz he’s crazy,” Ex explained, joining us and snatching one of the beers from Rael. “I’m always amused when he’s around.”
Rael puckered his lips and made smoochy sounds before blowing him a kiss.
“I’m not going to survive this night,” I muttered, popping open the can and chugging the contents.
