Page 72 of Gluttony

I turn and find Hayes kneeling on the floor beside Orion, who is sitting up and holding the top of his arm.

“Fuck, did he get shot?” I’m torn between attempting to comfort Bowie and making sure Orion is okay.

“Kinda.” Orion shrugs, then winces immediately after and continues to rub at his arm.

“If you’d move your fucking hand and let me see what the damage is, it’d be really fucking helpful right now, Ry.” Hayes frowns and sighs deeply.

“Oh my God, I actually did shoot one of you!” Bowie runs over to Orion and kneels in front of him. “I’m so fucking sorry. Is it bad? Are you going to die? Did I kill you?” She bends forward, her head against Orion’s chest as she grips onto his shirt and sobs.

I think she’s finally cracked.

Hayes clears his throat and stands to face The Reapers, who are all by the exit like some kind of superhero team. All mighty and judgey.

“We’ve got it from here, Shadow. Apologies for the mix up.”

She respectfully tilts her head. “It’s been…” J pauses and twists it around as if searching for her words. “Fun, actually.” She grins. “We’ll be in touch for payment.” With a wink, she spins on her heel and the men behind her part like the red sea to let her through before following.

“Did you really just say apologies for the mix up to a mafia capo?” I laugh because this whole situation is fucked.

I mean, J was right, it has been kinda fun, and her husband would be a great killing buddy, but I don’t like how broken Bowie looks right now. She’s sobbing into Orion’s chest and it’s tearing me up that we did this.

Because, essentially, itwasthe three of us who did this to her. It may have been Hayes’s plan, but Orion signed off on it, giving it his input, and I made the call.

“You need to shut the fuck up, you complete and utter wanker. Why would you let anyone hold a fucking gun to your head?”

“Ah, but I love it when you say such sweet things to me, big brother.”

“He has a point, Hads. What the fuck were you thinking?” Orion’s tone is a lot softer than Hayes’s, but he’s also still sitting, now stroking Bowie’s messy red hair. He’s no longer holding his arm, and I can see some blood, but nothing life threatening. The bullet grazed him, at best.

Rolling my head in exasperation, I first look to my twin, then to Orion. “I was thinking that our Little Rabbit here was holding a Sig Sauer P320 XTen with a fifteen round magazine, and she had already shot them all into the ceiling…and Orion. So there was never a chance that she was gonna shoot me. Okay? I won’t lie, though, the whole thing did get my dick hard. I may have to come up with a sexy scene where our Little Rabbit uses a gun…or maybe I’ll use the gun.” I shrug. “Whatever. There will be a gun anyway.”

The sobbing has subsided, and while both Hayes and Orion are shaking their heads at me, Bowie lifts hers and slowly turns to look at me.

There’s anger in her eyes, and it’s sexy as fuck. I want to rile her up and get it all out of her. She’s been through a fair bitrecently, which we’ve just added to, so she probably needs a good shouting session, then a good fuck.

“Got something to say, Little Rabbit?” I give her my best smirk, knowing damn well that she has plenty to say.

First looking at the cut on Orion’s arm, checking for herself the severity of the wound, she must decide it’s okay because then she stands to her full height. I’m ready for it, for her verbal tongue lashing, but instead, she turns and squares up to Hayes.

Won’t say I’m not disappointed, but I can do a bit of voyeurism…

The height difference is comical, her chin almost pointed to the sky with how far she has to look up to his face, but she doesn’t back away, and neither does he. True to form, my twin remains stoic, glaring down at her, his hands firmly in the pockets of his trousers.

“Let me get this straight. I come clean, and yeah, okay, I was totally in the wrong before but I explained myself, I was ready to leave in the morning and you’d never have to see me again. Anyway, so I come clean, and your response is to let me think I’m being arrested, only to later find out that I had been taken by the fucking mafia who, essentially, didn’t actually need me for anything because they didn’t say a fucking word. All of this after finding out my entire life has been a lie, my partner is a complete douchebag and had me attacked, all my savings are gone, my condo is sold, my rental taken away and all my things moved into the spare room of a penthouse with my three bosses…and to top it all off, the three of you have been giving me signals more mixed than…than…I don’t even fucking know because my brain is scrambled and I can’t think straight.” Grasping at her hair with both hands, she lets out a loud grunt of frustration with her head to the sky before making eye contact with Hayes again. “Did I miss anything,Sir?” Venom drips from the word sir, buther body denies what she’s trying to convey. Her nipples are rock hard beneath that very flimsy PJ set she’s wearing.

“There are a few things missing from your side of the story, but you hit the main points.” Hayes raises a brow in challenge and I can’t help laughing.

She may not know it yet, but she’sall in.Just like we are.

The door to the exit is wide open, we’re not trying to restrain her or keep her here in any way, and yet she’s choosing to stay and argue this out. That Dmitry guy was right, our girl really does have huge, hairy as fuck balls.

“And you, Mr. Hunt And Prey, Origami Making, Fucking Psycho.” Her head spins and suddenly her angry glare is on me. “Don’t you stand there laughing your fucking socks off. Because this shit isn’t funny.” Next to turn is her body as she slowly stalks toward me and juts out her exquisite chest.

“It is alittlefunny.” I grin down at her, enjoying the way her taut nipples are pressed against me.

“No, it is not. Do you have any sane explanation for me as to what the fuck this stunt was all about?” Her head wobbles a little as she demands an answer from me and I shrug.

“Nope. No sane one.”

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