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“It’s here. Just like Angela told Kerry,” she tells Nila.
“Angela? Which Angela? The one married to Hank or the one who sniffs her armpits in the park on Tuesdays?” I ask, but get ignored as Nila groans and looks at me.
“What happened with you and Liam?” Nila asks very seriously. “Does he deserve to die? Because that’s going to happen, you know.”
“What?” Lilah and I both ask at the same time.
Krysta rolls her eyes. “She doesn’t look upset,” Nila says flatly.
“Then we should probably stop the massacre,” Krysta says back.
“If you two don’t stop having a conversation with each other and ignoring us, I’m going to kick you in the asses. Literally. And it’ll hurt! I just got new boots.” Lilah points at her signature combat boots with pink shoelaces.
They might be new but they look exactly the same as every pair she’s ever owned. She’s not big on variety.
Nila gives me an exasperated look. She does realize she’s considered crazier than me, right? All the Wilders are. That makes her the exasperating one.
“We’ll explain after we get there. Maybe Liam won’t be dead by then,” Krysta says as she grabs my forearm and starts dragging me away.
“Who the hell wants Liam dead?” I snap.
“Apparently, you do,” Nila says from behind me.
I’m going to strangle them.
I turn just as Nila runs out my back door, and my head swivels as Krysta opens the front door. “Wait about five minutes or more, then follow us. We can’t all be seen together. We’ll meet you at Liam’s,” she says as she starts to step out.
“If Liam’s life is at stake, then why the hell are you two going first?” I hiss.
She blinks at me. “Because Nila and I like popcorn better.”
Lilah catches me when I lunge for Krysta, and the door slams as Krysta runs off, leaving me struggling in Lilah’s arms.
My boot is going up an ass today.
Chapter 26
Wild Ones Tip #20
Karma takes too long, and we’re impatient.
We’d rather beat the shit out of you right now. WEAR A HELMET!
LIAM
“You’re a man genius when you’re sulking and pissed off,” Hale tells me as I finish piecing together the last of the water cannon.
“I can’t believe you bought them one of these,” Benson says as shakes his head and drops back, wiping some grease—don’t call it mechanical lubricant, or the Vincents won’t stop laughing—away from his face.
“It was a pointless purchase since the Malones never tried to kill me,” I say tightly, ready to get the hell out of here so I can face Kylie and hope she isn’t freaked out.
Maybe she’s had some time to let it soak in and doesn’t want to run.
Killian’s phone rings, and he opens it—who has a flip phone these days?—to answer.
“Yeah?” Killian says, looking over as he listens to someone. “That would actually make a lot of sense. I’ll find out,” he tells whoever it is before pocketing his phone.
Hale shrugs when I cast him a questioning look, so I redirect my attention to Killian.
“Something happen between you and Kylie?” Killian asks.
I blow out a long breath and sink back onto the ground.
“I’d take that as a yes,” Hale stage whispers. “He looks guilty as fuck.”
“Why am I getting a strange case of déjà vu?” Benson asks on a tired sigh.
“Because that was Aunt Penny,” Killian tells him absently, his eyes still trained on me. “What happened between you and Kylie? Can you fix it or was it bad?” Killian asks me, then holds his hands up. “I don’t want details.”
“Funny you want any info this time, when I remember a shovel and a bat coming to my house because of one of these calls,” Benson grumbles.
“That was our baby sister,” Hale is quick to point out. “Kylie isn’t.”
“Lilah is your older sister,” Benson drawls.
“Can you fix this with you and Kylie, or are you a major dick?” Killian asks, ignoring Benson and pinning me with an expectant stare.
“First of all, it’s nothing like that. I just might have moved a little too fast, and now I feel like an idiot. Who did she tell?”
“I have no idea if Kylie has talked to anyone,” Killian says with a shrug. “Just making sure it wasn’t anything bad before this party got started.”
He flashes a grin at Hale, whose eyes widen.
“We get to pay for the water cannon?” Hale asks excitedly.
“Fucking finally, yeah,” Killian answers, as Hale fist pumps the air and…starts stretching. “And now we have Black Belt Benson.”
“No,” Benson says, holding a finger up.
“What’s going on?” I ask, but I get ignored as they focus on Benson.
I feel like I’ve missed a very important conversation that the three of them have only shared with their minds.
“They’ve outnumbered us for years,” Hale reminds him.
“They still outnumber you. I’m not doing it,” Benson tells them adamantly.
“You gonna tell Lilah that you let us fight the Malones without your help? Even though you’re a Vincent now?” Hale prods.
