Page 34 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

I whip my head around to face him, having to strain my neck to look up at him.

“Why do I need a babysitter?” I snap.

“Because after last night, you clearly can’t be trusted to be left alone. Fraternising with the enemy.”

“Seriously... they’re high school kids. How much of a threat could they be?”

Marlow snorts, and I shovel more food into my mouth.

“Wait until you see Boston this morning and ask him,” he says, chuckling to himself while he shakes his head at me.

“Ask me what?”

I look up and Boston is leaning against the wall. My eyes go wide.

“What happened to your face?” I ask, taking in his busted lip and black eye.

“Your stupidity happened...” I stand, going to defend myself, but he doesn’t let me. “Sit your ass down and fucking listen.” His tone is serious and for once I do what he says with no arguments, which is out of character for me. I blame the hangover. “Case is hurt, and you need to understand something. This isn’t like the poor-ass town you were living in before. Here,you can’t just go to a rival party. How do you think we knew where you were? They sent us photos. It was a set-up.”

“They didn’t even know I was going to be there, so how could it be a set-up?”

He is being super dramatic and overbearing right now.

“Once they knew, it was planned. You’re one of ours, even if we don’t want you, and they know that. We came in unprotected and every single person at that party was there for them.”

“I never asked for you to come. I never asked for Brennan to be an asshole. All I want is to graduate and go find my best friend. So don’t stand there and lecture me. I don’t care about your stupid high school rivalries, and I don’t want you to save me.”

Pushing away from the breakfast bar, I get up to leave, but Boston steps in front of me. “I don’t give a fuck if you miss your so-called friend. While you’re here, you will do what you are told. Wherever you are, we will be with you from now on. Do not think I am joking about this.”

“I hate you,” I grit out, glaring straight into Boston’s eyes. “And you,” I say, looking over my shoulder at Marlow, “find a damn shirt. I want to go see Case.”

Marlow salutes me.

“Damn stupid, assface, cocksucker thinks he can boss me around, asshole, cocksucker,” I mutter under my breath as I stomp away.

How am I supposed to know shit when no one tells me anything? Maybe if they would act like normal human beings and communicate, I would understand “their” world. I’m just a poor girl, from... damn, now I’m singing Queen in my head.

I don’t bother with a shower, just wipe my face down with makeup remover, then throw on a pair of cotton shorts and a cropped shirt with my flip-flops. Finishing with a messy bun, I’m ready to leave.

“Good to go?” Marlow asks, popping his head into my room.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock?” I snap.

His face drops. “I never knew my mother.”

And now I feel like a pile of shit.

“I would say I’m sorry, but sorry is just a word. I apologise.”

“Don’t apologise, she isn’t dead, physically anyway.” He grimaces.

“Screw you! What is wrong with you? Who says shit like that?!”

“Just wait until you meet her.”

Hold up a damn minute. First Case and his weird-ass hug, then Brennan barging into a party to save me—even though I didn’t need saving—and now Marlow is throwing in ameet the parents. These are some serious red flag warnings. I need to get the hell away from here as soon as I find some clues about how Brennan is tied to Trace.

“I won’t be meeting your mother. I’m not the type of girl you take home to meet the folks.”

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