Georgie
Collapsing on my bed, I had just closed my eyes when someone threw my door open with a flourish.
“Wakey-wakey Carebear!” the bane of my existence chirped. “We’ve got shit to do!”
Groaning, I covered my head with my pillow and grumbled, “Go away, Carnage. I just got back from New York. I need sleep.”
Traveling from Rosewood, Virginia to New York City and back, I spent the last three motherfucking days ensuring Aksana Ivenok survived her stabbing, and she would, barring any more complications. All I cared about now was sleeping for the next twenty-four hours. So whatever Cameron had up his sleeve, he could shove it up his ass and wait.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Sleep is overrated. Now move your ass.”
“No, I need sleep.”
“You can sleep on the plane.”
Confused, I peeked out from under my pillow and asked, “What plane?”
“The plane Granny said I could borrow for the day.” The little brat smiled as if that explained everything.
Narrowing my eyes, I glared at the little shit. There was no fucking way my granny would let a seven-year-old borrow her plane. Well, at least I didn’t think she would, but this was Cameron, so who really knew what Granny would do?
Clapping his hands, the brat added, “Now get your lazy butt up and let’s go!”
With that, the little shit marched his four-foot nothing ass out of my room. Groaning, I rolled over and looked at the ceiling and swore to every deity I could think of, blaming them for Cameron Hobbs!
“GEORGE HARRISON STEINER!” Granny shouted, and I shot straight up from my bed. “Move your ass!”
What the fuck is Granny doing here?
After dressing, I groggily walked down the stairs of the clubhouse as King walked over to me, grinning like an idiot and handing me a cup of coffee.
Taking it from him, I growled, “I fucking hate you.”
King chuckled.
“Hurry up, Carebear!”
Looking around the main room, my eyes widened when I not only saw Granny and Cameron but also dressed and ready for whatever chaos was about to ensue was Benny, Sean, Kai, Jasper, and Jasmine. Standing behind them were Nash and Fiona.
Gulping, I looked at King and sneered, “Paybacks are a painful rectal exam. Remember that when I have you bent over the table?”
“Bring it on.” King laughed. “Because this is going to be so worth it!”
The laughing fucker bellowed joyously as he walked away, leaving me with the miniature hellions. The second King disappeared, the little brats started jumping around and talking all at once.
“Can we go now?”
“Are we really going on a plane?”
“I hope we get some beignets!”
“I don’t like heights.”
“Dad is not paying me enough for this shit.”
“I’m hungry.”
