Page 63 of The Devils Melody
I roll my eyes. Of course he did, because why wouldn’t he?
“If you keep scrolling, you’ll find Nox. You’ll know it’s him.”
“I don't even wanna know.” I murmur.
Wren continues her scrolling and then clasps her hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh.Fucking hell.
“What? What is it?” She shakes her head at my question like she doesn’t want to tell me but Kage speaks up.
“Go on, little bird, tell him his contact name.”
“...Sexy Little Cuck Gremlin.” Kage and Wren both start busting up laughing, no longer able to control their laughter. I stand up from the barstool and start walking out, Kage’s inherently annoying whining sounding off behind me.
“Aw c’mon Sexy Little Cuck Gremlin! Don’t you want to stay and watch? Or are you that excited to ride bitch on my bike?”
Kage’s yells catch the attention of all the patrons insidethe bar. As I make my way to the door, all eyes are on me, silent giggles filling the bar. I hold my hand up behind me, flipping him off as I push open the door.
Fucking Kage.
I’m not exactly thrilled with the idea of riding on the back of Kage’s bike, but we have shit to do and not a whole lot of time to do it. Seconds after I walk out the front entrance, I hear Kage’s footsteps behind me as I make my way towards the singular bike parked out front.
“I’m not gonna ride bitch with you, I’ll just call Jimmy and have one of his guys come pick me up. Just meet me at the house,” I yell back over my shoulder as I type out a message to Jimmy. I’m not going to deal with Kage’s bullshit today. If he wants to mess around and play games that's on him, but I’m not going to be the reason our mission fails.
“Oh c’mon, Nox. Quit being a big baby. Get on the back of my damn bike and hold me like you mean it,” he pouts, looking like a damn child. And he says I’m the baby. Is he serious right now?
“I’m not fucking playing around with you, Kage. Too much is on the line and we’re just wasting time dicking around.”
“Are you saying you want my dick?”Fucking hell.He knows exactly how to get under my skin. Bringing us up in any capacity has my brain short circuiting in the best way, but also the worst. He knows how it affects me and how our whole situation makes me feel. He does everything in his power to force me to face the reality of it. I’m just not ready yet. I need more time. And with Wren thrown into the mix, I really don't know how to feel about everything.
“See, this is exactly what I mean. You’re always fucking joking at the wrong times. And then you expect me to takeyou seriously about us,” I shout, throwing my arms up in the air. Kage looks at me as if I punched him right in the stomach and it fucking shatters me.
“There is no right time with you, Nox. Always so serious all the goddamn time. Would it kill you to crack a fucking smile every once in awhile?” he all but yells, getting on his bike and strapping on his helmet. “Now, get on the fucking bike becauseyou’rethe one wasting our time.”
“You’ve got some fucking nerve, Kage.” I retort, keeping my voice low.
He doesn’t answer, just revs the engine and waits for me to hop on the back of his bike.
And I do. Because this mission is bigger than us and all the fucked up confusion constricting my heart.
But most importantly, because I fucking want to.
22
Wren
THE SONGBIRD
Ishould be exhausted, but my mind won’t shut the hell up. I’ve been thinking about the boys since the moment they walked out of the bar four hours ago. This shift hasn’t been long, but with little to no help, I’m tired from all the running around I’ve been doing all night. Retta doesn’t usually call out or ask for anyone's help, so I knew if she was asking, she must have really needed it.
Maybe I should call her?
Retta doesn’t have children to take care of her, so if she’s sick then I’m going to take on the responsibility of making sure she’s well taken care of. I know she’d do the same, if not more, for me.
Pulling out my phone, I scroll to Retta’s contact and giggle a little when I seeSexy Little Cuck Gremlinright below her. For looking as scary as he does, Kage has quite the sense of humor. He’s like a kid in a scary fuckers body. Ahotscary fucker. The way he used his split tongue on me last night, the two tips flicking against my clit as he pumped his fingers insideme?—
Fuck. Focus Wren.
Pressing call, I wait for Retta to pick up. The line rings five times before her voicemail picks up. Huh. Retta’s never not answered my calls before. Maybe she’s sleeping?
