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“What is it?” I round the table, leaving Archer awkwardly standing at the door. Peering over Belfast’s shoulder, I see the locations we’ve been scouting. “You couldn’t have just told him this?” I mutter and he looks at me over his shoulder, his face as blank as ever. “Right. It’s just a list of places we’ve checked out. We haven’t had any luck. Still have two more places to scout.”
Bash looks fucking exhausted when I look at him. Addie doesn’t look much better. He nods and slouches down in his chair more.
“Figured, but—”
“Next time, will you just tell him what he wants to know?” I grumble, staring at the back of Bel’s shaved head. He gives the slightest shrug.
“I can try,” he says, his Irish accent thick. Bash’s eyes bug out of his fucking head as he stares at Belfast. He looks seconds away from losing it.
“Is that it?” I ask. “I really need to take care—”
“One more thing,” Bash says. “I want you to go check on Reid and Heather.”
“Since when did I become an errand boy?” I snap, throwing my arms out. My rage is simmering and I’m trying really fucking hard to control it, but with every order Bash gives me, I feel it about to boil over.
“Kiwi,” he says in that same low voice.
“I have shit to do, too, you know.” I fold my arms over my chest and step my feet apart. Archer clears his throat from the door and we both turn to look at him. Immediately, he puts his hands up.
“I didn’t say anything,” he says quickly. Bash’s eyes narrow and Archer takes a step back. “Not a word.” He shakes his head, his hands still up. He’s nearly backed into the hall when Bash sighs.
“Just check on them,” Bash says, looking back at me. “Heather told Addie Reid’s going stir crazy.”
“He’s been there a few days,” I say, and he shrugs. “Fine. Whatever.” I stomp toward the door and Bash clears his throat, making me pause.
“I know this is a stressful time,” he says, and I stare at Archer, daring him to say something. “So I’m letting this attitude slide. But you need to lose it before I see you again. We clear?”
“Crystal,” I grit out. Archer’s lips tuck up in a smirk, and I storm out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
Kiwi
Ibang on the door of Heather and Reid’s place. They’re in a safe house since he was beaten to shit by Montgomery’s men, and Heather’s name is still on the auction list. They’re supposed to be lying low but apparently don’t give a fuck because they’ve been begging Bash to let them leave.
Well, Reid has been begging Bash to let them leave. I don’t know if Heather really cares.
“Open the fucking door!” I bang on it again, irritated that I’m here and not with Kennedy. I need to fix what I fucked up and I can’t do that when I’m running around doing shit for everyone else. “Reid!” The door swings open and I meet Reid—a shirtless, sweaty Reid. I glance down, finding him adjusting himself, trying to hide his hard on. “Really?”
“I didn’t know you were coming,” he says, and I grin.
“Looks like you’re not either, huh?” He rolls his eyes and pushes the door open further. I clap him on the shoulder as I pass. Archer left somewhere along the way, probably heading back to The Crossroads so he can play white knight and be the shoulder Kennedy cries on. “Nice place.”
It’s a small one-bedroom house that’s more like a fucking studio apartment than anything else. It’s one giant room with a bed and TV on one side, the kitchen on the other, a door that leads to the bathroom, and the front door.
Heather scrambles to lift the sheet up to her shoulders, giving Reid a look. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, Heather-babes,” I say, winking at her. She rolls her eyes, but grins.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Bash told me to come check on you,” I say, leaning against the kitchen counter, looking between them. Heather’s hair is a wild mess, Reid’s isn’t much better, and the state of the place looks like a boy’s dorm room during his first year of college—a fucking wreck. “What the fuck have you two been doing?”
“It’s pretty obvious,” she says, and I shake my head.
“This place is a mess.” I kick a soda box with my foot and she shrugs.
“We’re busy.”
“Busy doing what? You’re in a cardboard fucking box on lockdown. There’s nothing else for you to do except clean.”
“And fuck,” she says slyly.
