Page 128 of Insidious Heart
We’ve had our moments, sure, but I’m still not totally convinced he’s anything but annoyed by me.
I mean, IknowI annoy him, I literally just did it three seconds ago, but I was hopeful we were making progress toward becoming friends or some shit. And when Pope finds out what exactly my problem is, not only will he probably shut down any insane thoughts of hitting the gym together, he’ll most likely squash my secret stupid dreams of becoming a King too.
Because apparently realizing I’m in love with Stevie Williams was all it took andbam, thirty-two years of pent up emotional diarrhea comes leaking out of every orifice.
Which has my nose scrunching.
Gross.
“I lost something,” I grunt as I tug on a t-shirt followed by a hoodie. “Something important.”
“I don’t want to play games, Bones.” Pope sighs as he widens his stance and crosses his arms against his chest. “You got my ass out of bed at midnight, on my only night off this week,afterhelping Chop coordinate crime scenes and security. I’m fucking tired.”
“And grouchy.” I smirk as I lean against the grill of the semi and start putting on my socks. “Which is normally a huge turn on for me, but right now I need you to pull the anal plug out of your ass, hike up your big girl panties, and help me find what I lost.”
Pope stares daggers at me while John sighs. “Which is what?”
“Beau Williams.”
“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.” My mentor moves toward the trailer and grabs the unlocked door, cussing a blue streak when he throws it open to find nothing but strips of Beau’s skin and other bodily waste. “How the hell did he get out?”
“How should I know,Johnathon? I was busy looking at dead bodies all night.” And having my heart torn out by my little dove.Fucking emotional bullshit.
“You had Beau the Butcher in there?” Pope looks over John’s shoulder, his face twisting in disgust at the smell floating out the door. “For how long?”
“Four or five days, I think. I don’t remember.”
He turns slowly, somehow still looking scary and ominous while fighting a dry heave. “You don’t remember?”
I shake my head.
“And during this uncertain amount of time, you what? Tortured him and forgot to tell us about it?”
With a shrug I step into my boots and crouch to start lacing up. “I didn’t think it was important.”
“Jesus Christ, Tor. You didn’t think it wasimportantto tell us you kidnapped the president of the Demon Seeds after some shit went down on Kings’ property? All while we’ve been gathering intel on the fat fuck in hopes of busting him before heframes usfor a sex slave auction?”
“Not really…” When he puts it that way though, I guess maybe I should have mentioned it. “I was busy.”
“Busy,” Pope grunts to no one in particular. “He was fuckingbusy.”
Little John steps out of the truck trailer, tossing my bone saw on the ground as he walks down the stairs. “Looks like he used that to get out.”
“And you left him fuckingweapons?” Pope starts pacing before he stops and looks at me with those gunmetal grey eyes. “Please tell me his clothes and piece weren’t in there.Pleasefucking tell me you didn’t leave that shit for him, too.”
I purse my lips and shrug. “Maybe.”
“Goddamnit!” he yells before pacing again. “Such a fucking idiot!”
“Cool it,” Little John says to the enraged blasphemy. “Give him a break. Tor hasn’t ever done shit based on his feelings before.” Then my mentor looks at me with an arch of his brow. “Why didn’t you put his shit in your RV though?”
“I don’t know!” I throw up my hands as I get to my feet. “I’ve never kidnapped anyone before,Johnathon,I just kill them. This was all new to me.”
“Well.” He sighs as he starts the trek back to the sedans. “Let’s pick a ride and call the Kings. If Beau got out while you were gone, that was more than enough time for him to rally the troops and start some shit.”
Fuck me.
I really hope for Stevie’s sake John is wrong about that.
