“Wrong, motherfucker. And you just made a big mistake.”
“I see you found our present,” the smug bastard answers. “Sad that we didn’t take you out, but you had three of your finest in that car, right? Irresponsible, really, to leave your vehicle unwatched when you’re at war. Then again, I don’t expect much better from you. You’re outclassed here, spic. Time for you to pack up and get the fuck out.”
His slur rolls off of me. I could give a fuck what he says.
“No, you fuck. You killed a woman and a child. A three-year-old girl who did nothing to anyone. All you managed to do to me and my brothers was piss us the fuck off. We’re coming for you, asshole. We’re coming.”
I click the phone off, slam it on the ground, then stomp it under my boot. My whole body vibrates with anger. If the fun we have planned for tonight doesn’t kill him, then I will kill him myself, slowly, and enjoy the fuck out of it.
I walk to my bike, surprised to find Pistol there.
“You going to see Beast?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll ride along.”
“You need to spend your time making sure your brother’s men are on their way and things are in place.”
“Already done. I may not agree with some of the shit you choose, Skull, but Beast is my brother too, and you’re still my president. I’m watching your back. The Donahues may be monitoring the hospitals.”
I shrug, not about to waste more time arguing with him. There’s too much shit to accomplish today. Besides, he’s right. I peel out of the compound, avoiding looking at the burned Durango we’ve hauled back inside. The men are busy repairing the gates. I’ve ordered a stronger gate, military grade. Wish to fuck I’d done it sooner. Apparently I’ve got a little to learn about being in a war, too.
Hopefully Colin won’t see the hits we have planned coming.
This is ridiculous. Skull’s had me locked in my room all day. I thought things were good between us. Now, I have no idea what’s going on.
Briar—seriously, if that’s not a road name, I feel sorry for him—has been with me all day and refuses to let me leave. He had our breakfast and lunch brought in. The only thing he told me was that there were some new developments and Skull wanted to make sure I was protected. He refuses to tell me what these developments are and, trust me, I’ve asked him a hundred times.
It’s been boring as hell, so I did the only thing I could think of to make Briar sorry that he’s stuck in this small room with me. We’re on our third movie of the day. We started with Bridget Jones Diary, moved on to Pretty Woman, and now…
“What the ever loving fuck?” exclaimed Briar. “You mean she’s not even going to move her fat ass over and let him float on that damn piece of wood? Jesus, two of him could fit on that shit.”
“You’re missing the point. He loves her. He’s going to die for her.”
“Big fucking deal. If she wasn’t a selfish bitch, she’d scoot her ass over and they’d both survive.”
Now, it should be said that I totally agree with him. However, I find I enjoy arguing with Briar. Well, that and I’m bored out of my mind. “She lives a full life because Jack loved her.”
“She’s a selfish cow. Why can’t she die? I mean, this story would be a fuck of a lot better if Jack survived and lived high on the fucking hog with that damn diamond.”
Okay, actually that sounds like a more interesting movie if you think about it, but I ignore him. “Hush, Briar! There’s a happy ending, wait and see. You’ll love it!”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he says sarcastically. It’s all I can do not to laugh.
“You know, if you told me what happened last night to have Skull worried about me, I might consider turning this off and letting you watch football.”
“Nice try, but no cigar, babe.”
“I guess we could watch ballet. There’s one on channel—”
“You turn on that fucking shit and I promise you I will put a bullet in the television. I’m drawing the line at this movie and that’s only because the redhead has some decent knockers.”
Okay, I snort at that comment. It’d take a better woman than I not to laugh. We’re silent through the rest of the movie until the end. Then, I thought poor Briar was going to blow a gasket. He literally turned red in the face.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! What the fuck?”
“What? They got their happy-ever-after!”
“They’re dead!”
“Well yeah, but they’re together.”
“Fuck, that’s just messed up. Is this really the kind of shit you chicks get off on?”
“It’s a great movie. Very romantic.”
“No fucking wonder,” he says.
“What are you talking about?”
“If this is the kind of shit you like to watch, it’s no wonder you bitches give us men such a hard time. Relationships would be a lot easier if women would just watch porn.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Fuck, yeah. Porn is straight-up, man. No bullshit. Instead of Ol’ Jack dying, he’d be helping her fiancé feed her dick.”