Page 222 of Remorseless
Tugging her toward the booth with Torrin, Narci, and Potter, Bishop stood so firmly ather side and walked so fast, the clutch of handymen was little more than a blur.
“We don’t like the way he’s looking at you,” Narci said flatly, the moment she arrived at the table.
Rebel glanced over her shoulder. The distance from where she stood to the table she sat at with Kaia was close enough to decipher facial features, she supposed. But something about Narci’s statement struck her as odd.
Torrin chomped into a piece of bread. “If he keeps it up, we have to yank his tongue out.”
“Tongue?” Rebel echoed. It was as if they’d heard her conversation.
Of course they had! She probably had a trackeranda microphone on her. Huffing, she glared at the four of them. The moment she returned to her table, she’d give Bishop her purse.
Let them listen to each other!
“This is my private date, dickheads,” she whisper-yelled. “Stop listening to me. Your presence is already intimidating him.”
“He sounds like a fucking pussy,” Bishop complained.
Glaring at him, she whirled around and stormed back to the table, unsurprised that Bishop stalked behind her.
At the table, she snatched her bag and smacked his chest with it. His big hands gripped her purse.
“Take it,” she screeched. “Stop spying on me!”
Instead of responding, Bishop glared at her date. “Behave, motherfucker. Understand?”
Kaia gulped. “Yeah, Bishop. Just chill, dude.”
Why did those words sound so familiar?
Rebel’s skin crawled. “CJ set me up,” she said, suddenly so crushed and defeated she didn’t know what to do. “You don’t really like me—” No wonder they couldn’t find anything to talk about in person.
Panic touched Kaia’s face before it disappeared, and he shook his head. “That isn’t true, Rebel. CJ has repeatedly warned me to keep my distance from you.”
“You know Bishop,” she accused, her eyes stinging, her body warm. She felt as red as a beet.
“I’ve met him before,” Kaia admitted without hesitation. “Bishop has come to school to drop shit off for CJ. Sometimes, he stayed for practice.”
She fingered her necklace. Absently touched the stone.
“She’s a fucking virgin and she will be for the next five or ten years, Kaia,” Bishop said. “Not only that but she’s underage. Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”
Rebel gasped and threw Bishop a violent look. If she had a gun, she would’ve shot him. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
“I gave up time in Nyx’s pussy to be here,” he grouched.
“Whose fault is that? You could’ve turned Momma down.”
“It isn’therfault. It’s yours. You didn’t have to look so fucking gorgeous. If you’d just worn fucking jeans, I’d be balls deep in pussy.”
“Eww. That’s disgusting.”
He smirked at her. “No, that’s how it is when you fuck. You stick your cock into pussy all the way to the hilt.”
She searched her mind to recall the porn she’d snuck-watched on Diesel’s account. “No. That isn’t true. Cocks go in and out. Sometimes. Most of the time,” she amended, images whirling through her head, “it’s only halfway in. It clearly cannot go all the way,” she added, ignoring Bishop’s choking and Kaia’s shock and interest.
A high-pitched scream startled her. She jerked her attention toward the bar, but Bishop planted himself in her line of vision.
“What…? Reb… Uh… Fuck…” He gaped at her. “How the fuck do you even know that?” he finally pushed out.
