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Hell yeah.
Like I said, fucking untouchable. Nothing could kill my high.
I wasright aboutRyder and Scar spending the entire day in bed.
Everyone else took naps at some point, but those two were the ones that were dead to the world for the entire day. Not unexpected after everything. We never even got around to watching all of Romano’s safe houses blowing up.
At least I got to watch the video compilation Noah put together. It flashes between the explosions of each building before flashing to the dead bodies of his informants and associates. It flashes back and forth between the raging fires and the bodies. I told him he should put it toVendettaby UNSECRET but he just rolled his eyes at me and sent the video to Romano.
How boring.
Scar would have cackled if it had the music to go with the carnage.
I guess she will still like watching the video. The explosions are quite eye-catching.
As if my thoughts summoned her, she walks into the living room looking adorable and still sleep rumpled. Noah pulls her to his side and starts playing the video for her.
She yawns and starts watching the video, her amusement growing with each clip that plays.
“Wouldn’t it have been better with music?”
She snorts but doesn't disagree. Good enough for me. I knew she would have liked it.
She finishes watching the video, brimming with satisfaction. Declan comes out of nowhere and hands her an iced coffee and she sighs in content.
He drops a kiss to her head. “Morning, pretty girl.”
He moves around the couch to sit on the chair on the other side. “What’s the plan for tonight?”
She stretches her arms above her head, sipping on her coffee before responding.
“I was actually thinking about going to see Mikey and Ronan,” she answers hesitantly.
I laugh, already knowing exactly where this is headed.
“You want a new tattoo?” Noah asks, too engrossed in his computer to catch her tone.
Declan on the other hand looks over her skeptically as he waits for her to respond.
“Well, not exactly,” she hedges.
I huff at her avoidance tactics. “Just tell them what you want, Ladybug.”
Her eyes narrow in my direction.
“Tell them what?” Ryder yawns out the word as he walks into the room, his arms stretched over his head.
“You guys know that Kade, Luca, and I all have trackers permanently on us, right?”
All three of them nod in agreement.
“It’s just that they’re in our piercings. So I thought maybe it was time for you guys to get yours.” She says it with a smile, but it really looks more like a grimace. Nothing more romantic than asking your boyfriends to let you chip them.
“I’m not piercing my dick,” Declan says without batting an eyelash. I’ve thought it before, but what a bore. It wasn’t that bad to get it done.
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind you tracking my dick,” Ryder jokes, but really doesn’t seem thrown off by the idea at all.
Declan clicks his tongue. “Healing can take up to months.” He pins him with a stare when Ryder just shrugs, nonplussed by the possibility of pain. “Meaning you wouldn’t be able to have sex with Scarlett for potentially months,” he explains.
