I glare at Cole, who’s sitting beside Aiden, leaning his head against his fist and reading from that same book he had when they were together earlier.
That book is going down.
“We should all agree that my pussy suggestion is the best,” Aiden tells Xander, who’s sitting on the armrest of my chair and twirling a ball.
“Your suggestions are never the best.” Xan rolls his eyes. “If anything, they’re the worst.”
“They are the best.” Aiden’s lips tilt in a smirk. “Ask Nash.”
Cole flips him off without looking up from his book.
“Nash is a petty little bitch, so his opinion doesn’t matter anyway.” Aiden points at me. “Ask Astor. I gave him the best tip today.”
I nod without saying a word.
“And you sent that text to Silver,” Cole says. It’s not a question; he’s dead sure about it, and I’m a hundred per cent certain he’s planning Aiden’s demise as we speak.
Usually, I’d wa
tch their clashing with a grin. I even instigate it at times, but now, I want Cole down, not Aiden, in a grudge-like, I’ll-haunt-you-for-eternity kind of way.
“Wait.” Xander pauses twirling his ball. “Drama went down today, didn’t it? Damn. I can’t believe I missed it. Updates, anyone? Ron?”
“You tell me nothing.” I continue glaring at Cole. “Why should I tell you?”
“Come on.” Xan jokingly hits my shoulder with his. “You’re still salty about that? You have a big mouth, Ron. If I told you anything, it would’ve been in the Daily Mail.”
He and everyone on the team like to think I don’t keep secrets, and I perfected that image because I don’t want them to throw their darkest secrets on me. I don’t want to be the vessel of those because they only bring me down.
That’s why whenever any of them tells me something, I make sure the entire team knows, so they’ll stop dumping their shit on me.
I’m already bubbling with one secret. It keeps expanding and becoming larger than life with time, and if I add others, I’ll just snap. I’ll just let it all go.
And I can’t do that to my mother. I just…can’t.
“Here’s the condensed version of what went down,” Aiden starts in a semi-bored tone. “Nash here was trying to start a battle by spending time with Teal, and Astor brought Silver and started his own war after making us believe wars are beneath him. Astor has been trying to make us think he doesn’t care about his new fiancée who has a tendency towards satanic rituals and sarcasm, but he is actually contemplating the best way to kill Nash and bury him without anyone finding out. Oh, by the way, Nash is contemplating the same while pretending to read that book, because, as I always say though no one believes me, Nash is a petty little bitch.”
“Damn.” Xan throws his ball in the air then catches it. “I can’t believe I missed all of that.”
Cole doesn’t even lift his head from his book, because if he did, he’d show his real emotions, and he’s not the type to do that.
Lucky for me, I have my beloved joint. It erases all emotions whether I like it to or not. My expression must look serene, happy almost.
“So…” Xan pokes me. “New fiancée and stuff, huh? Since when do you take your father’s orders?”
“I don’t.” I drag a long inhalation and check my phone.
Nothing.
Absolute desert. She hasn’t replied to any of my texts.
Yes, she ignores me sometimes, but not to this extent.
On a scale from one to ten, how dangerous is climbing someone’s balcony?
I’d take pointers from Aiden and Xan, but fuck them basically.
“But you’re engaged to her, right?” Xander insists.