“Not really. I’d kind of like to kill them both right now,” I said, making both Derek and Micha shoot me a glare.
“You’re the one that thought strangers could protect us better than our own men.”
That was Micha’s old man shining through his son’s eyes.
“Aaaaand there’s the warm welcome Trev was talking about,” Kes sang. “Pleased to meet you. Please tell me how I can further ruin your day.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The one I assumed to be Arek sauntered up and slapped his hand on Kes’s back. “Look at this fabulous greeting party we have.”
Kes shot him a glare that I couldn’t help but agree with.
Micha was grinding his teeth beside me, the sheriff couldn’t look more unimpressed, and I didn’t want to be here—some greeting party.
I shook my head and returned to the matter at hand. “I assume you’ve been briefed on the situation?”
“My brother filled us in,” the blonde answered, confirming my suspicions about who he was.
“And why the fuck should we listen to you?” Micha growled, “I don’t know your fucking brother.”
I was about to slap him in the back of the head when Arek popped his bottom lip out in a fake frown.
“Aww, that’s too bad. Because I’m pretty sure he has the same stick shoved up his ass that you do.”
Even I chuckled a touch at that one.
“Why would anyone shove a stick up their ass?”
All eyes turned to Wilder.
What the fuck? He genuinely looked perplexed by this.
“It’s a figure of speech,” Kes explained. “No one has an actual stick shoved up their ass.”
The fact that Kes had to explain that made me pity any poor fucker Wilder called friend.
“Then why say it?
Would the robot care if I shot him?
Kes repeated, “Because it’s a figure of speech.”
Wilder stared blankly at him as if waiting for more of an explanation.
A few awkward moments of silence passed before Arek chimed in with, “And this is Wilder, our newest member.”
“We’ve met,” I muttered as an idea came to me. “He would be perfect to put on Louis.”
If there was anyone suited to protect Louis Kessler, it was a psychopath. He wouldn’t be able to get under Wilder’s skin or chase him away. The only thing Wilder would care about was the task he was given. Not to mention the amusement I would get from knowing how pissed off Lou would be. I kind of wanted to see that shit go down.
“He’s the one you warned Trev about?” I nodded.
“Let’s just say he won’t be too keen on taking orders.”
Micha snorted. “That’s an understatement.”
He was one to talk.
Wilder suddenly perked up.
