Page 96 of Stitch
“Has? Get out here, dammit.”
The door suddenly opened a crack, and he peered through the gap at me.
“What the fuck, VP? Have you seen the time?”
“Your phone’s off, or you’d have seen the text to get your ass to my room. It’s important.”
He glanced behind him, keeping the door as close to closed as he could.
“Right. Yeah, I forgot to charge it. I’ll be right out, VP. Gimme five, yeah?”
I nodded, backing up as the door suddenly closed firmly in my face. I even heard him turn the lock. That was weird. Normally he’d just keep the door open, talking while he dressed, not caring if he flashed me, or whichever one of his brothers he was with.
As timing went, it was the worst possible time to be acting out of character, wasn’t it? Did he have someone in there with him? Were they there willingly? Was his porn career just the tip of the iceberg with him?
One thing was for damn sure, I’d be watching him like a hawk when we broke the news to him. One shred of unexpected behaviour, and I was gonna smash his door down to see who he was keeping in there. Jesus, what if he was some kind of psycho?
“You coming back?”
I turned to see Reacher peering out through my door, so I nodded and headed back, my mind still reeling with horrific possibilities about a brother I thought I knew, but maybe had never known at all.
Cammy
Iwasn’t sure whathad happened in the hallway, but Stitch was distracted when he returned. Deep in thought, but in a way that told me he was freaked out or intensely worried about something or someone.
I caught his arm as he came back to our chair.
“Youokay?”
“He probably just got a faceful of Has’ ass. The guy has no boundaries at all.”
Stitch pasted a smile on his face.
“Yeah, some shit can’t be unseen, right?” I didn’t believe a word of it. Something else had happened. I might not have known him long, but I’d witnessed the way he dealt with some of the worst things a person should have to deal with. I knew his behaviours and mannerisms. I saw how he’d handled the ups and downs of the last few days, and this was new. He was scared, and it was worse since he’d left the room.
His phone pinged, and he leapt up to grab it.
“Oh thank fuck! It’s Elise.”
He tapped angrily at his screen for a moment, and sat back down.
“Said she overslept. She’s at home though. Jesus, I was really starting to freak out.” He still was, only he was hiding it behind his relief now.
“Yo.” Has poked his head in the room, and came in when Reacher beckoned.
“Did I miss a party or something?”
He glanced around at all of us.
“Hey, Cammy, mind you’re not leaning on that tat, babe. It’s still gonna be sore.”
Stitch tensed, and I caught his arm as he moved, almost like he was going to attack Has-Been. For speaking to me? For calling me babe? I had no idea.
“Thanks, Has. I’m being careful. Let me get you a drink.”
“I’ll fucking do it.” Stitch moved again, dumping me back in the seat, which he even drew back a few inches with me in it, like he wanted space between me and the others in the room.
Nobody seemed to register that, and Has grabbed one of the dining chairs, dragging it over to sit the other side of Ice.
