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“We’ll get you the names of the people he deals with,” Ezra barters, glancing between us. “He’s just a middleman, but he’s not cut out for what he’s doing. It’s making him a paranoid wreck.”
I peer over my shoulder at Lory, and he nods in agreement.
Why? I don’t know…
“Bring me the names,” I tell Ezra. “I’ll cut him out.”
“When do you need them?”
“By the end of the weekend. I rescheduled delivery for lunch time Monday. He thinks we’re out of town.”
Ezra looks past me, toward Lory, with a slight frown pulling his lips down. “Okay. We’ll get them. I’ll bring them to you.”
I sigh, casting my gaze to Quin, still standing in front of me. “I’d say it’s been a pleasure to see you again, but you’re worse company than the gangbangers I’ve been meeting.”
Riot snorts, and I shift my attention to him and Kane.
“Can we just go back to the secret meetings and orgasms?” I ask as politely as possible. “Seeing you more than twice in a week and not getting off is starting to piss me off.”
“If you need help getting off, gorgeous, you know where to find me,” Quin snarks, being a dick. “Bring some zip ties, though. I know you’ve got some in your car, and I’m fresh out.”
“That was Lory’s car,” I inform him. “But I’ll keep some on me in case I need to put you in the corner for throwing another fit. Since you don’t have any qualms with narcotics, I think I’ve got something that will knock you, so the adults have time to talk.”
Ezra clears his throat, nodding his head for Quin to follow him out. “Go get her shit.”
Riot grins, but Kane stays quiet, soaking in the entire conversation. And he doesn’t say a word until Quin has returned, dropping two bags filled with ecstasy into Lory’s hands.
“Those are your drugs?” Kane asks, studying every move I make.
“They belong to someone else,” I say, shrugging a single shoulder. “They aren’t mine exactly.”
“Why do you want them?”
“Because I owe them to someone.”
He slowly nods. “So you sell drugs?”
“No.”
“You’re not going to give me a straight answer, are you?”
Kane mimics the frown on my face as we stare at each other.
“No,” I whisper.
“Will you at least answer one thing for me?” he inquires, his brows knitting low over his bright green eyes. “An honest answer.”
I grimace. “Depends on the question.”
“Is Riley Tuesday or Thursday?”
I just blink at him, forgetting how perceptive he is. Of course, he’s heard enough to figure it out. Probably a lot more than who’s who with the days of the week, but I’ll cross that bridge when he brings it up.
“Fuck you,” Riot lazily drawls. “I’m Tuesday-Friday. And you must be Wednesday-Saturday.”
“What is happening?” Lory asks me, but all I can do is shake my head.
“Did you know?” Kane inquires, his question directed at Riley.
