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Raven
After lettingthe wound bleed for a bit, I bandaged it up then made sure to put both my plaid overshirt and leather jacket on to have extra protection from seeing the bandage on my wrist. I leave my hair down to dry and slip my boots on before heading out of the bathroom.
I can hear the guys’ voices from what sounds like the living room, so I head in that direction with the intent of figuring out what the next step is in this whole moving-in-with-them thing. But then I hear my name and the mention of a Willow. I don’t hear the full sentence, but I am super curious as to who she is and why they’re talking about me in the same sentence as her.
“Who’s Willow?” I ask as I enter the room, combing my fingers through the long, raven black locks of my hair.
They clearly didn’t hear me walking in by the way they all sort of startle. Jax swallows hard as he looks at me while uneasiness flows off Hunter. Zay, though, quickly recovers and puts on an indifferent expression.
“She’s just some chick I fuck sometimes,” he says, watching me with this annoyingly expectant look, as if he thinks I am going to blush at his foul words or something.
I don’t give in. In fact, I don’t even squirm, mostly because his answer confuses me.
“Then, why did you say my name in the same sentence?” I question.
He doesn’t answer right away, so I know he wasn’t expecting that. I get a sense of satisfaction knowing so.
Jax looks uncomfortable, rubbing his hand across his mouth while glancing at Zay.
Hunter looks directly at me, wetting his lips with his tongue. “We should get you to your house so we can get your stuff before it gets too late.”
Subject change much?
I internally sigh. This isn’t the first time I have gotten the impression they were keeping something from me, but since Zay said it has something to do with somebody he fucks, I decide to let it drop.
“I don’t think it’s going to be as easy as me just walking in and packing up my stuff,” I tell him, fiddling with the zipper on my jacket. “Plus, everyone’s at the house right now.” I blow out an exhale. “Maybe it’d be better if I just spent the night tonight, then tomorrow, like at lunchtime, or maybe right after school, I can go over there and get my stuff when it’s just my aunt, because she’ll probably be more than thrilled to get me the hell out of there.” I chew on my thumbnail. “Although, my uncle’s been like really insistent that I have to stay there until I’m eighteen. I’m not sure why.”
“He might get money for it,” Zay says, reclining back in the chair with his arms crossed, his face set in deep thought. “Sometimes, when people become guardians, especially because of a will, they get compensation. Maybe your parents had a will with something like that in it, worried your uncle wouldn’t take care of you unless he got something out of it. And they put that you had to be eighteen before he got it in order to make sure he took care of you until you became an adult.”
I crinkle my nose. “Well, that fucking sucks. He’s never gonna let me move out until I’m eighteen then.” I waver. “My parents didn’t really have a lot of money. I don’t think so, anyway.”
“They could’ve had life insurance policies,” Zay states with his brows creased and his head tilted to the side, deeply pondering something. “If so, we should be able to find it online.”
“Really?” I question. “They put wills online where anyone can see them?”
A smirk curls at his lips. “No. Only the ones who know how to hack into the system can see them.”
“Right. You guys are hackers. I forgot.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
A beat of silence goes by, and then Hunter starts chuckling while Jax smiles at me like I’m the most amusing thing ever. Even Zay looks like he’s struggling not to laugh.
I squirm self-consciously. “What’s so funny?” I ask, glancing at the three of them.
“Nothing.” Hunter gets his laughter under control, but a smile remains on his face as he gets to his feet and crosses the room toward me. “You’re just adorable, that’s all.”
I make a big show of dramatically rolling my eyes. “No, I’m not.”
The corners of his lips quirk. “You are, though.”
“Are not—”
He places a finger to my lips. “Are, too. Now stop arguing.”
I narrow my eyes at him, but I’m not really pissed off. Honestly, it’s difficult to be pissed off at him.
He seems to find my silence amusing, a smile tugging at his lips. Then he lowers his finger from my lips and full-on grins. “I think I won that one,” he remarks haughtily.
I open my mouth, preparing to hand him his ass with a clever remark, but Zay interrupts.
