Page 55 of Cruel Debts
"Our contract before we tacked on Trin is still active, and that means we still have to complete it. Regardless of what we have going on at home, the job comes first."
"Fuck the job," I snapped, "what about Keehn?"
Liam's eyes were hard. "Trinity, I need you to hear me when I say this, but Keehn is gone. Just because you think what Mistwood told you was some kind of resurrection of hope doesn't mean it has any merit. We already thought about the possibility that it wasn't him when we met Mistwood. Just because we didn't ask for confirmation doesn't mean it changes anything. He's still dead and buried, and right now, tracking down a ghost isn't as important as stopping a city-wide trafficking operation."
"He would have dropped everything to help you, and you know it." I stood up, ignoring the thread of protest and demands to return as I stalked over to the door of my room, the room that wasn't even my safe haven anymore. It was a prison, and I was the prisoner.
Before I closed the door on them, I shot out one last dig to get under their skin and drive home the betrayal I felt.
"If this is how you repay a blood oath, maybe it would've been better had Keehn never entered into it to begin with. Some fucking loyalty."
TWENTY-FOUR
TRINITY
Pissed didn't beginto describe how I felt about this whole situation. Pissed, while touching lightly on the feeling, was only the tip of the iceberg.
I was livid. I was furious. I was outraged on behalf of my brother, and of myself.
I thought these bastards had more loyalty in their blood. Turned out, when life handed you an easy out, sometimes, you just took it.
I settled into a routine.
Get up. Eat their food. Ignore them. Shower. Ignore them. One word answers when absolutely unavoidable. Eat more of their food. Inconvenience them. Sleep.
Rinse and repeat.
So far, the only person whose nerves it was getting on were Hawke's.
Asher looked like he thought they deserved it. Liam?—
Well, Liam was something of a wildcard.
One minute, he wasted his time watching me, his eyes full of regret and frustration. The next, he was storming around the apartment grumbling to himself. And any time he wasn'tdoing either, he was conveniently missing from the dorms, unreachable and unavailable.
He didn't answer calls, texts, or requests for communication of any type. Not even from the other two.
And if they could play these games, then so could I. The difference being, I could play them so much better.
I might want to fuck them all within an inch of their lives, but I had self-control. And when a man acted like these three, the desire to crawl into their arms diminished quite spectacularly.
Currently, I was posted up on the couch, spread across it quite excessively in order to force them to the other seats. There weren't enough for the three of them, though, so Asher was just leaning against the wall like a statue, watching me.
It was unnerving.
Not as unnerving as Liam glaring at the wall instead of the TV. Or Hawke staring at myfeet.
Who the fuck stared at someone's feet for an hour without speaking?
Hawke, that's who.
I shook off the weird vibes and decided to just stick to the plan. Once everything was in place, I'd just strike out on my own again, and things would be back to how they were before these three walked back into my life.
The fact that I'd never know what their dicks felt like was a sad reality, but I'd get over it.
Hawke stood while I was mid-brood and poked me in the foot with the edge of his phone. "Hey, Trinity?—"
"She won't talk to you," Liam muttered, flipping open his phone. "She's taken a vow of silence, apparently."
