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JOÃO
“That’s him,” Kai said, nodding to an old man walking his German shepherd down the street, filled with mansions and millionaires.
He hobbled along, barely able to bend over to pick up the dog’s shit without cracking his spine.
“He’s a bit too old to be friends with João’s dad, don’t you think?” Landon asked.
“My dad wasn’t friends with him,” I said.
I tightened my hand around the steering wheel and clenched my jaw. This was fucking useless. Since Landon couldn’t do much shit today, we had skipped school to drive around Redwood to find one of my asshole father’s friends who must’ve given Ana HIV.
We had almost gone through the entire list of names that Imani had given me, and nothing.
Fucking nothing.
“Where’d you even get this list of names?” Landon asked, snatching it from me.
Kai arched a brow into the rearview mirror, as if he wanted to know where I had gotten it too. We had beaten the shit out of Akio for months for any information and for more medication, but he wouldn’t slip up.
“Imani,” I said.
“Where’d Imani find it?” Landon asked.
“Fucking Akio gave it to her.” Kai cursed under his breath, the jealousy heavy in his voice. “He had to have.”
“You sound jealous,” I said, grabbing the list back from Landon and crossing off Rickie Taffle, the fucking dog walker for millionaires who looked like he was about to drop dead from old age at any second.
Swear to fucking God, these rich assholes didn’t care who they overworked.
They’d all get what was coming to them.
“Like you haven’t been?” Kai spit back.
He was always one to keep quiet and to himself unless something really bothered him, which my little comment did. That meant he liked her too, and that pissed me the fuck off even more than the thought of Landon having Imani to himself.
“Imani told you that she loves you, huh?” I asked Landon, tightening my hand even more around the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white and my heart hammered against my tight chest.
Landon didn’t have to say two fucking words for me to know that something had happened between them in that hospital room. He’d had the biggest, stupidest grin on his face when Imani let us back into the room.
I fucking hated it because I didn’t want them to be exclusive. I wanted to be with Imani.
Sure, she was sometimes an annoying rich girl from the good side of town, who I should’ve loathed. But when she had stood up to her mother the other day at the hospital, fuck … I hadn’t known how much I loved that fire in her until then.
She didn’t brush off Landon like the other ritzy girls would. She fucking fought for him.
But if they were exclusive … fuck that.
“Yeah,” Landon said, “she did.”
“What’s that mean for us?” I asked, lighting a blunt because a cigarette wasn’t fucking strong enough. Part of me wanted to not care that they were together, to forget everything that had happened this weekend. “Huh? You going to run off with her into the sunset now?”
“Why are you always pissed the fuck off?” Landon asked, turning toward me and wincing from the bandages holding his stomach together.
“I’m not pissed.” Fucking lie.
Landon muttered something under his breath and looked out the windshield, pulling an orange bottle of pain pills from his pocket and swallowing two. “If it makes you feel any better, no, I’m not going to run off with Imani into the sunset or whatever shit you just said. I’m staying in Redwood with you two pieces of shit, and we’re going to clean this fucking place up.”
Not wanting to think about how Imani fit into this anymore—because I was pissed off at the thought of Landon not liking the fact that Imani was ours and not only his—I glanced down at the list of names. We had gone through all of them on the list, except for two.
