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“Explain,” she said, reaching out and touching my arm.
I shook my head. I wasn’t ready to speak my truth to anyone. “Maybe another time. Can we please go home?” I asked.
There was no way I would be stepping foot anywhere near The Strip or the den of vipers ever again.
“Yeah, come on. You drive,” she said, handing me her keys once again.
I drove to my apartment while Sadie filled me in on the Sons of Sinister and their stories. She didn’t mention anything about their pasts, but she did say that Koah was a Son and was untouchable. Not that I cared. The last thing I wanted to do was put my hands on Koah. Unless, of course, I was choking him.
I continued to listen as she talked.
Women loved them.
Men wanted to be them.
They were dangerous and ran the city with their neons blazing beneath them.
I didn’t care because I knew the truth about them. Joker and Saint were nothing but liars—dirty, lying bastards.
When we reached my apartment complex, the sky had turned pink. I was dead on my feet and tired as hell, but I ensured Sadie was sober enough to drive before giving her the keys to her car.
“Are you sure this place is safe?” Sadie asked, looking up at my decrepit apartment complex.
I laughed. “No, but I’m good. I grew up in worse places than this. This place doesn’t scare me. I’ll see you tomorrow at work, okay?”
She nodded, climbing behind her steering wheel and cranking her car. “See you then.”
I heard her lock her car doors before pulling out of the parking space and away from my apartment building.
When I entered the front door, Gracie sat on the couch watching an old VHS ofTitanic. A soaked tissue hung from her fingertips as she cried for the tenth time over Jack dying.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” I asked, closing the door and locking it.
She nodded, waving her hand as if to tell me to hush.
I chuckled. “Titanicagain?” I asked, going to the kitchen cabinet for a glass.
I filled it with water from the sink and downed it.
“Shut up. I love it.” She sniffled.
“It makes you cry.”
“It’s beautiful,” she said through fresh tears.
I shook my head, filled my glass again, and downed it.
Lifting the remote, she turned the TV off and directed her attention to me. “Did you have fun?”
I nodded, unwilling to fill her in on all the bullshit that happened over the night. She didn’t need to know about my run-in with Koah Saint and the crazy bastard named Joker. She didn’t know their names, much less what they had done to us. I had managed to keep her clueless, and I wasn’t about to change that.
“Yeah. I had a nice time.”
She unfolded her legs and stood from the couch. Her dark curls bounced as she came my way. She looked comfortable in what I knew were her favorite pajamas. Coming home to find her in such a relaxed, happy state was nice.
“Where did you guys go?” she asked.
I leaned against the counter and finished off my water. “This place called The Strip.”
