Except Hollywood somehow managed to flop into a lie-down on the sofa he’d started out in.
“Nailed it,” he said with a wink as he put his hands behind his head and relaxed like the stretch-out totally worked for him. “And I’m just taking a page from your armchair example, my brother.”
V headed for the door with the M&M’s, ripping open the bag and pouring some in his mouth to chew—because it was either that or he was going to be up-close-and-personal with Rhage’s shit-eating grin in a way that would cause a lot of swelling in the guy’s pretty features.
“I think you’re all making the wrong call,” V said around the melted candy in his mouth. “And if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find a lighter.”
“Are you eating chocolate?” Wrath asked as V yanked open the way out.
“No, I’m not.”
As he poured more M&M’s down his gullet, he caught sight of Rhage glancing over at Butch, and making little circles next to his head.
“Oh, and P.S., we haven’t found the new location yet,” V said over his shoulder as he stepped free of the study. “So the Jackal and his codependency issues with people in his past are a moot point.”
God, where had his post-session float gone?
It was like that shit with Jane hadn’t even happened, he thought as he finished the bag out in the hall.
If she wants to go to the workroom, we go with her.”
As Apex laid things out like that, Rio appreciated the unexpected ally. Walking up to him, she nodded at the door. “All you have to do is take me back down the hall. I’ve got the layout of the room. I’ll be in and out in a second with a sample.”
Looking over her shoulder, she cut Luke’s protest off. “I know the drugs. I sell them. When was the last time you were picking between bales of white powder and knowing the difference between coke and heroin? You’re a negotiator, not a processor, right?”
“It’s not that hard,” he said remotely. “One lick and I know the difference.”
“Do you know how to test it? Do you know what to do with the pure stuff?”
He opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again.
“Let’s get this done and over with,” she said. “You told me that it was quiet during the day. We just killed the two guards outside, and the head of it all. No one knows we’re up here right now. Things will never be safer.”
Luke’s eyes burned—but not from anger. It was from something else, something she wasn’t sure she could handle right now. Or maybe at all.
“Rio, it’s an unnecessary risk—”
Apex spoke up. “To who? Not to me. Not to fucking Kane. It’s not unnecessary at all. And she’s right, we don’t handle drugs. We’re not part of the workers, and never have been. What the hell do we know?”
“Do you want to die here, Rio?” Luke demanded as he ignored the other man. “You want this to be how it ends for you?”
“Oh, absolutely,” she snapped. “That’s why I let that man murder me about fifteen minutes ago. Instead of shooting him in the heart. Twice.”
There was a tense standoff. And then Luke broke away and walked around like there was so much anger flowing through his veins, he had to either move or explode.
When he stopped short, she had no idea what was going to come out of his mouth.
“Fine, but I’m taking her down.” He jabbed a finger at Apex. “You’re too involved.”
“And you’ve bonded with her,” the other man snapped. “So who’s the problem here?”
Luke marched right over to the guy. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Bonded? Rio thought.
Before a brawl got started—because, yeah, that was going to be so helpful—she double-checked the clip in her gun and walked over to the door out to the hall.
“What’s the combination to this keypad?”
Mayhem, who’d been totally quiet, joined her. “I got it.”
He put in a pattern and the lock shifted—
“Will you let me get armed first?” Luke bitched.
“We’re leaving now,” Rio announced as she opened things and stepped out—
Oh . . . God.
The man she’d shot had been spear-mounted on the wall, sharp pegs stabbed through the back of his throat as well as in various places down his torso, his body weight suspended off the floor.
“You wanted to do this,” Luke said to her in a low voice.