“I’m not the only one—what?” There’s a challenge in his voice, one he’s never directed at me before.
My nose twitches, lip almost pulling up into a snarl, but thoughts of Molly rush me. Hurting her brother would never be forgiven. Hurting the president would be a death sentence. Either way, I lose.
“Nothing,” I mutter before cranking my bike.
It seems no matter the outcome, all roads lead to my own damn death.
Isn’t life fucking grand?Chapter 23Molly
“You don’t have to follow us so closely,” Zoe sweetly reminds Professor and Virus, not for the first time today.
“Bet they won’t follow us into the bathroom,” I tell her.
“I can’t.” Zoe stops in her tracks. “I’m not going in there. The last time—”
“Kidding.” I rest my arm on her shoulders, directing her away from the corridor that leads to the ladies’ room. “This mall has really seen better days.”
“We can always go home if you gals aren’t enjoying yourselves,” Professor says as he steps even closer to us. “I know I’d feel better in a smaller crowd.”
The after-church Sunday crowd swirls all around, but never gets too close to our group.
“We’re having a great time,” Kai interrupts with a playful slap to his man’s chest. “Leave us be.”
“When we get home—” Professor warns with a growl.
“Can’t wait,” Kai teases salaciously. “Now girls, didn’t we say we needed some new bras and panties.”
I grit my teeth as we enter a lingerie store. When Virus and the Professor linger around the entryway, I drag Kai deeper inside. Two women drop what they were looking at and scuttle out of the store. It’s happened more than once today. People always give anyone in a leather cut a wide berth. Virus and Professor together are intimidating as hell. I just can’t believe how brazen in their escape everyone is. Do these people know anything about tact?
“You know, everything I say to you doesn’t have to be repeated out loud to everyone else. There are such things as secrets, you know?”
“I didn’t realize it was a secret.” Kai blanches, looking genuinely ashamed. “It’s not like I told them you’re planning to get all sexed up in an attempt to trick the VP into bed with you.”
Tugging harder on his arm, I drag him into one of the fitting rooms and pull the door closed.
“I most definitely didn’t say that,” I hiss.
“You’re as clear as glass, sweetheart.” Unaffected by my attitude, Kai reaches up and pushes a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. “Please tell me you plan to do more with your hair when you try to throw the sex at Briar.”
Reaching up, I pinch him on his side.
“You bitch,” he hisses trying to return the favor, but only managing to tickle my side. “That hurt.”
We’re laughing like two idiots when there’s a knock on the outside of the thin dressing room door.
“No sex in the stalls,” a woman’s voice says from the other side. “I’ll call the police.”
My eyes widen, mouth hanging open. Kai isn’t affected at all, and I already want to crawl in a hole when his eyes narrow and his lips twitch in a devious grin. Then, the sex noises begin. He grunts, moans, and says a slew of filthy things. We hear the woman on the other side gasp like someone dared to wear a white gown to a wedding.
“Fine. I’m calling the police.” I hear her heels clicking on the tile floor as she huffs away.
“Whew, baby.” Kai runs an arm over his forehead wiping away imaginary sweat. “It was good for me. Was it good for you?”
“Jackass.” I slap his chest, but he only grins down at me. “This is the closest mall to the clubhouse, and now I’ll never be able to show my face here again. Besides, do you even fuck women?”
Kai opens the dressing room door, stepping back to let me exit first. Professor is frowning across the store, and Virus has his nose directed down to his phone.
“I’ll fuck anything,” Kai whispers in my ear. The proclamation startles me so much, I trip over my own damn feet. Leave it to Kai to stop me from falling even while he cackles in my ear.
“Anything?”
“Anyone,” he corrects, but he looks at my face and continues to narrow his choices. “Or I should say anyone consenting, sober enough to make the choice, and of age. I draw the line at bestiality and children. I’m pansexual.”
“Yet, your brows are drawn in like you want to say more.” I look around us, wondering when the woman will show back up with mall security. “And, I’ll be honest, I’m afraid there actually is more.”
“Well,” he leans in closer like he’s about to shed some amazing light on my non-sex world. I mimic his movements until his lips are damn near brushing my ear.
“I fucked a grapefruit once.”