Page 66 of Reckless: Chaos

“And they haven’t interrogated him yet?” Aria’s eyes light up with that dangerous gleam I haven’t seen since she caught her ex cheating.

“Oh my god.” Willow’s counselor persona cracks completely. “We should totally interrogate him.”

“We?” I blink at them through the tequila haze. “We’re drunk.”

“Exactly!” Ginger bounces up, surprisingly steady for someone who’s had that much whiskey. “Perfect time for an interrogation. They’ll never expect the drunk girl squad.”

“This is such a bad idea.” But I’m already standing, swaying slightly. “We don’t even know where?—”

“Please.” Aria rolls her eyes. “You think I haven’t already got Theo wrapped around my finger? One hair appointment and he tells me everything.”

I say nothing about the fact that hasn’t even happened yet.

“We need a driver though.” Willow, ever practical even when plotting drunk crimes.

A slow grin spreads across Ginger’s face. “Leave Ryker to me. I speak fluent Alpha power.”

“This is insane,” I protest weakly. “They’ll never agree to?—”

“RYKER!” Ginger bellows, making us all jump. “Get your leather-wearing alpha ass in here! We need to discuss prisoner protocol!”

“Oh god.” I slide down the wall as heavy footsteps approach. “We’re actually doing this.”

“Damn straight we are.” Aria pulls me back up. “No one uses our girl for omega distraction and gets away with it. Time to show these boys how it’s done.”

Ryker appears in the doorway, takes one look at the empty bottles, and immediately says, “No.”

“You don’t even know what we’re asking,” Ginger points out, using her PR voice—the one that can convince Fortune 500 companies to roll over.

“You’re drunk, and you’re plotting.” His eyes narrow at me. “I know that look.”

“What look?” I blink innocently, which probably works better when I’m not swaying.

“The one that means I’m about to lose an argument.”

“Smart alpha,” Willow approves, then ruins it by hiccupping. “See, we have this theory about your prisoner.”

“No.”

“Here’s the thing,” Aria leans forward, all salon conspiracy. “Men are idiots.”

“Especially criminal men,” Ginger adds.

“Especially criminal men being interrogated by other men,” I finish, catching their drift. “All that testosterone and posturing...”

“But four drunk girls?” Willow’s counselor smile turns wicked. “We’re harmless. Helpless. Not a threat at all.”

Understanding dawns in Ryker’s eyes. “You want to play good cop, bad cop.”

“We want to play drunk girls who just want to help,” Ginger corrects. “While secretly destroying his psyche.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’ll do your PR for a month,” Ginger offers.

“Two months,” he counters.

“Done.” She grins. “Plus, I’ll throw in crisis management for whatever shit storm Jinx causes next.”

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