Page 53 of Thorns of Death
My brows scrunched. Maybe I misunderstood what she signed. “Can you repeat?” I asked.
“I didn’t think he could get here fast enough to corner you,” Phoenix continued signing rapidly.
When I gave her a blank look, she sighed and looked at Reina. “I think you and Isla are talking about two different things,” she explained to both of us. “Okay, let’s start with what happened with Isla in the bathroom.”
Oh, shit! The bathroom. I never ended up making it to one, and suddenly going pee was a matter of life or death. I couldn’t hold it anymore.
I rushed to the bathroom, slammed the door behind me, and pulled my panties down.
As the fountain started flowing from down under, I yelled through the door. “Keep an ear out in case those psycho bitches find us.” A heartbeat of silence before the door swung open. “Hey, some privacy, please.”
“We’ve seen you naked,” Reina remarked soundly. “Seeing you pee is hardly a novelty. Now explain.”
“Get out,” I hissed. “Seriously, or this sunshine attitude will turn to thunder.”
The door immediately shut with a grumble, and I hurriedly finished my business, flushing the toilet and washing my hands. “Okay, now you can come in.”
It was probably better if we talked about this shit in the bathroom. It was easy to hear private conversations through thin hotel walls and doors.
All four of them crowded in the bathroom of our hotel suite. Phoenix and Raven hopped onto the counter while Reina and Athena leaned against the long, mirrored wall.
I sighed. I didn’t like to use a sharp tone with them, but we had to maintain some boundaries. Privacy around these girls was pretty much nonexistent. After all, we’d been crammed together in boarding school dorm rooms and apartments for the better part of the last eight years. But there were certain things I preferred to do alone.
“So I went in search of a bathroom,” I started, meeting their gazes in the mirror. “And I got sidetracked by a moan. I went to check it out. It was right outside the club, out the back door.”
“First mistake,” Raven said, popping a bubble in her chewing gum.
Ignoring her, I carried on with my story. “There was someone going down on a woman. And by the sound of it, her partner was eating her out like the world was ending. So I thought, good for her. But then the woman on her knees said something and she sounded familiar—”
“Whoa, whoa. Woman?” Reina’s eyes scrunched. “I thought you said a woman was being pleasured.”
“Yeah, you said someone was diving into her muff,” Athena chimed in.
“Dining at the Y,” Raven added, like it needed more clarification. “Someone decided to do it the French way.”
It would seem my girlfriends felt the need to use every single term for “eating a pussy” they knew. Half of them didn’t even make sense.
I waved my hand as I dried the other off. “Well, she was being pleasured. By. Another. Woman.”
Athena grinned. “Hot.”
“Gross,” Phoenix signed.
“Would you both please stop with the commentary?” I signed, then continued exasperatedly. “Anyhow, like I was saying. The voice sounded familiar. So I stayed.”
Athena scoffed. “You just wanted to watch them get it on.”
“God grant me patience,” I muttered under my breath. “The woman on her knees was Donatella, okay? Enrico’s wife.”
A round of gasps echoed through the bathroom. “No!” all four of them exclaimed at the same time.
“Yes. And she was talking about killing someone. I think she meant me. And then the two bitches saw me and I bolted.”
“They didn’t come after you?” Phoenix questioned.
“They did.”
“How did you escape?”
