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“Welldamn,” I muttered, baffled by what had just happened. “Is it just theEverybody Hates Onyxshow around here today?”
I started to follow her, to push the issue, but…no.
Not today.
Not with everything.
This was supposed to be my safe space, my natural fucking habitat, yet it felt like being here was attacking my sense of peace from all sides.
Fuck.
I tried not to dwell on it, instead venturing back into the crowd to pull Onyx away. Except now it seemed like people – the ones who’d been close enough to overhear my mother’s outburst – were staring.
Exactly the shit Ididn’twant to deal with.
Not right now.
“I wanna go home,” I told Onyx, pushing up on my toes to speak into his ear, voicing the suddenly overwhelming need. “Like, right now.”
Immediately, he shook his head, rightfully looking at me like I’d lost my mind. “Nah, sweetheart, you know we’re on lockdown, right? After Rojas was talking crazy?”
“I do know that and I also don’t care. I want to sleep in my own bed tonight. And… I want you there too,” I told him, meeting his gaze before I leaned in to press my lips to his.
I… don’t know why Iwasn’texpecting that to set off a chorus of whistles and shit exactly like it did, since we were in averypublic setting.
“This is how you get what you want?” he muttered, uncharacteristically flustered as he drew back, but didn’t completely pull away. “Do some shit to make it unsafe for me to stay here?”
“What are you talking about? This is the safest place on earth for you right now.”
“I thought you wanted to go home though,” he countered and I grinned.
“I do. You’re not…scared, are you?”
He shook his head, swiping a hand over his face as he stepped away. “You’re a fucking menace, you know that?”
“I am anangel,excuse you,” I teased, winking at him before I turned. “Grab your stuff. I’m gonna go let Brandon know.”
Onyx scoffed. “Better you than me,” he said, and… that was true.
While our conversation from earlier had ended on a good note becausewewere family, it stood to reason that Brandon might not really be feeling Onyx right now.
Still, he knew like I did that there were few safer places than my house if Onyx was there and a couple of enforcers would jump at the chance to get out and about to be on standby, instead of hanging at the clubhouse going stir crazy.
There was really no convincing necessary.
I felt like a teenager with a freshly extended curfew.
Giddy.
And…relieved.
The car ride back to my house was quiet, but not uncomfortably. There was no handholding or anything corny, just a cozy silence that gave me, maybe too much, time to think.
Thinking was dangerous.
Thinkingmade me wonder if all of this was just…too easy.
The confidence that Manuel Rojas or Renard Belrose wouldn’t dare bring out their full firepower and just end us all tonight? Too easy.
