“Fucker is as smart as a loaf of bread, I swear to God.”
“He’s in love with you. You know that, right?”
Neon snorted. “He’s too in love with himself to love someone else.”
“I’m serious, Neon.”
“So am I. Ink is a manwhore who can’t handle the fact that I have no desire to let him fuck me. It’s driving him mental.”
Even with her bruised face and half-swollen eye, I managed to catch a glimpse of something that seemed a lot like disappointment while she said those words. Like a part of her might have wanted to believe what she said wasn’t true. I was pretty sure if it was me, Neon would have pushed and pushed until I’d admitted it. But I decided to let it go and changed the subject.
“There’s another woman down here with us.”
“Really?” Her brow lifted. “Who?”
“Um…” I couldn’t quite remember her name. “Terri? Tami—”
“Tanit?”
“Yes! That’s what the guy with the scar called her.”
“Manic?”
“No. Tanit.”
“No. I mean, the guy with the scar. His name is Manic.”
I placed my palm on my forehead. “I’m never going to remember everyone’s names around here.”
“What is Tanit doing here?”
I shrugged. “I have no clue. But her face is pretty beaten up, so my guess is she had a run-in with the bad guys too.”
“Not surprising,” Neon scoffed.
“Why? You don’t like her?”
“Listen, Swan Lake,” Neon tried to move the hand that had been bandaged, “girls like Tanit, they can’t be trusted. The way she flaunts her breasts at every man willing to look, and swaying those perfectly shaped hips of hers whenever there’s a dick in a room, it screams desperation. A woman that hungry for attention means trouble.”
I pursed my lips. “What are you saying, exactly?”
Neon nestled her head deeper into the pillow. “What I’m saying is keep an eye on her. And don’t trust her. If that bitch says go left, you haul that bony ass of yours to the right. Got it?”
I snickered. “Warning noted.”
“Good. So, are you and Granite…you know?” Her eye gleamed with mischief.
“God, Neon. I really don’t want to talk about that.”
“Are you kidding? Of course, you do. The man kidnapped you, tied you up, and then he takes your virginity. That’s a lot of Oprah shit right there that needs to be talked about.”
Tucking my hair behind my ears, I glanced around the room. “To answer your question, yes. We are…you know.” My cheeks burned.
“Fucking?”
“God!” I laughed. “You have no filter, do you?”
“Not that I know of, no. Listen,” she started then cleared her throat, “I wanted to ask you something before—” Her voice cut off, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. “Before all this happened.”