Page 23 of Crew
She didn't disappoint.
"What the fuck?!" Taz's voice grew louder, and I could see the shadow from her shoes under the closet door. "Were you trying to hack into my brother's computer?"
"No, no."
Sunday snorted. "Yes."
Taz sucked in her breath.
I grinned faintly. I could hear how pissed she was. If she really got going, she was a terror. I'd witnessed a few verbal smackdowns between her and Cross.
"Look, it was my idea." Monica stepped closer. "He broke up with me again last night, and I know he spent it with her. I'm just so tired of being his second choice."
"So you needed to invade his privacy for payback?"
"What? No! No."
I angled my head closer to the door so I could see out through the small crack. Monica's head was blocked by the door's screw, but I could see where her hands were pressed to her chest, like she was praying.
"I just wanted proof that he loves her," she said. "I'm so sick of him denying it. I can see it. It's how they move together. Like they're the same person. It sucks. Do you have any idea?"
"Give me a break," Taz grumbled. "They're crew, and they're best friends. That's what they do."
"It's more with them. You know it."
Sunday stepped forward now. I could make out her hands on her hips. "I heard you this morning. You think it too. You said it yourself. They have their own language."
"And what? If you'd found something, what would you do with it?" Taz was incredulous. "Blackmail them? You think my brother would stand for that, or hell, Bren? Seriously? Do you really want to piss her off? You're an idiot."
Taz said, "There are no couples in crew."
Sunday said, "In theirs, maybe. But that could change and it's not the same for others."
"There's only one other female in the system."
Monica added, "Yeah! And she's dating one of her own group's members."
"I have a feeling the rule would change if something did happen between Bren and Cross, but are you even listening to yourself? It's Bren."
Sunday crossed her arms over her chest. "Whatever, Taz. Bren Monroe doesn't scare me."
My grin doubled. Now we were getting somewhere.
Taz snorted again. "She should. You can't bully her with whispers and rumors. You tell people she and my brother are together, they're either going to be like duh, or they're not going to give a shit."
"What can she do to me? Physically assault me? I'll have her arrested."
Taz stepped forward, her voice low. "Pat was working at the hospital last night. She called me because a guy came in with his jaw broken, three fractured ribs, and he can't even sit to take a shit right now. She asked him what happened, and you know what he told her?" She didn't wait. "He said he touched a Wolf girl."
"If he had touched Bren, he would've been sliced up." Sunday was laughing, but there was a thread of caution there now. I heard it.
"Pat talked to the cops later, and one mentioned that Jordan Pitts' little sister reported a sexual assault a few days ago. You think that's a coincidence?"
A soft "shit" came from Monica.
"Do you think they won't deal with you somehow if you're going after a member?" Taz paused, her voice soft, eerily soft. "You go after one, you go after all. You know the rules."
Sunday's closed arms jostled. "She'd have to know I was doing something and prove it. Come on." She sounded haughty, but her caution was morphing into fear. A nervous laugh left her. "It'd be rumors. She couldn't do anything to me."
