Page 19 of No Saint
“Good.” Wolf shot Rogue a grin that I wanted to slap off his face. “Looks like we have two live-in servants for the next month.”
Wait! What? “Live in?” I asked, my acceptance from moments ago harder to hang on to.
He raised a brow, as if challenging me to argue. “That going to be a problem?”
“For a whole month?”
“That’s what he said, isn’t it?” Rogue answered.
Over my dead body would I spend a month living with Wolf. I couldn’t. Emotionally and practically. Not to mention, I couldn’t sit around for a month and not earn extra money. And like hell was I doing anything illegal under their noses. I couldn’t give them anything else to hold over me. I—my parents—would be right back to square one, with the bank knocking at their door.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “We have school.”
“Last I checked,” Wolf said. “Our house is closer to campus than this place.”
“And work.”
“Again. Our house is closer.”
I couldn’t stay there. There had to be some way to get out of a month-long sentence. “And I need to go see my parents every other weekend.”
One of his dark brows lifted. “Are you aware that you’re fucked? Because you aren’t acting like it.”
He was right. We didn’t have a choice. They were calling the shots.
“Fine.” I pushed to my feet, dragging Cassie with me. “Give us five minutes to pack.” I knew Cassie had far more to say, but I kept my nails buried in her skin until we were in my room.
When I slammed the door closed, she glared at me, rubbing at the marks I’d left on her wrist.
“We are not going?—”
“That video—” I pointed in the direction of the living room—“could get us sent to jail, Cassie! Certainly expelled.” I reached under my bed, grabbed my overnight bag, and tossed it onto the mattress. The second I had seen Cassie with those pills, I knew it would end badly, but I’d ignored my gut instincts that night. I’d been lured by money, and now I was a fish flopping on a hook.
I paced the short distance from the door to the window, then back again. A month under their roof. “They have a loaded gun to our heads.”
Cassie huffed and dropped onto my bed. “Wish I could point a gun at Rogue right now,” she mumbled.
I stopped and looked at her. A gun! That was it. We just needed one of our own. Not like Wolf and Rogue didn’t have plenty of skeletons in their closets. And we’d just been invited into their house, where I could search every single one.
I sat on the bed beside her. “They said we have no proof that they deal drugs. We’re about to be in the perfect place to get it,” I whispered.
Knowing Wolf, he was on the other side of that door, listening.
Her eyes narrowed. “Surely they wouldn’t be that stupid.”
I deadpanned her. “Rogue told you where his stash was.” If that wasn’t stupid, then I didn’t know what was. “No, they’ll hide the drugs, but they will be there, in that house, because Wolf and Rogue actuallyaredrug dealers, Cass.” Unlike us. “But theyneed to believe they have the upper hand, and we’re beaten. So, we are going to suck it up for now. Eat Rogue’s shit sandwich until we can throw it in his face.”
“God, I hate this.” Cassie buried her face in her hands with a groan. “You know I’m not good at being…well, not me.” It was akin to asking a lion to be a vegetarian. It was only a matter of time before it went on a killing rampage.
Although if Cassie were anything less than psychotic, Rogue would get suspicious. “Okay, just be you. If you’re nice, he’ll know we’re up to something, for sure.”
A smile pulled at her lips. I could only imagine what devious plans she was coming up with.
“For now.” I went to my dresser and yanked open one of the wobbly drawers. “Pack a bag, and expect the worst.”
I crammed a few T-shirts into the bag, and she pushed to her feet. “And what about our—” she air quoted—“‘extracurricular’ activities?”
I felt guilty for being mad at her. Cassie had risked her neck multiple times to help me get money, even before the drugs. Hell, she didn’t have to give me that five hundred bucks for doing basically nothing. And now, she was worried about how this would impact my ability to keep helping my parents.
