Page 64 of Roses Are Dead
“Yeah, no one’s messed with it.”
I cracked open the seal and hydrated slowly. Not only did I have to keep Roishin safe in order to keep our club out of hot water, but I had to watch everything I ate and drank because Carl had proven he could reach out and touch us where it hurt. “What’s the verdict on our alliance with those bozos?”
“Broken. I sent a proverbial courier pigeon to the Demons. Just to let them know they have a rogue club in their territory.”
“We’re practically pushing them to our enemies.”
“That’s too fucking bad. I’d rather have them as enemies than friends. It’s easier to deal with them that way.”
“Does Tits agree with you?”
His nod wasn’t convincing. “She’s happy we’re not courting them anymore.”
“But?”
“She thinks it’s a mistake to cut them off.”
I held up the half-empty plastic bottle in my hand. “They tried to drug my girl, and by proxy got me. That’s disrespectful.” I sloshed the liquid around to keep his attention. “And if they think that little of us, they’ll never be our allies.”
His face was grim. “What do you suggest?”
“Nothing. I think you did the right thing, cutting them off and making them crawl to the Wicked Legion for help against the Demons. More than anything, it will humble them.”
Wolf didn’t find it as amusing as I did, so I poked him.
“We’re ruthless. Just because we don’t go around cutting down every single asshole who crosses us, doesn’t mean we’re weak. They’ll suffer longer, and more this way. And our hands are clean.”
That got a reluctant smile. “You’re right.”
I tapped my chest. “You gotta care to hold a grudge. Party line on this one? We don’t give a shit. They’re not worth it.”
He slapped my shoulder. “Let’s get moving. Maybe we can do a small ride, you game?”
That was questionable. “Where we going?”
“That place near Hershey with the burgers. I think we’d have ended up there anyway.”
He was right about that. But did I have enough in me for all of that? “When are we leaving?” I needed to collect Roishin, shower the funk off, and get at least another bottle or two of electrolytes into me in order to feel human again.
“I figure, two?”
That didn’t tell me much. “What time is it now?”
He laughed at me. “Noon. You got two hours to get your shit straight. I’m going to relieve KC. Don’t make me wait in my office for too long.”
Right.
I made quick work of showering in the public space across the hall from the room I’d spent most of the night in. KC flopped onto his back on the couch, ignoring me. When I got out, I dripped on him to get his attention.
“Fuck man, stop it. I’m tired.”
“You’re not patched in yet.”
He groaned and rolled up to sitting position, but I slapped a hand on his chest to push him back down. “Just got a question, that’s all.”
“What?”
“What’s going on with you and Rose?”
