Page 216 of The Wicked
“The original ain’t even here, bruv,” he said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice. “I have spent years searchin’ for this shit. To think Arturo wasn’t decent enough to let me in on the quest after years of ignoring me during his schemin’. The gold, all that money, and them flash drives fucking belong to me.”
“Daddy didn’t leave a will, so you decided to be delusional and make your own,” Dog egged him.
“Shut the fuck up, dickhead! He left the quest. He wanted me to find it.” His glare pinned on me. “Not you, Zahra. And not Marino.”
“You’ve been following us,” Devil noted.
“You lot have been the only ones to make real progress. Ithought there would be something; maybe if I helped, I’d get a piece of that information too. But I was wrong. I will make sure none of you ever know shit. Because I won’t let it happen.”
I gritted my teeth. “I would think before acting if I were you. Measure your options. Know who rules the city you’re in.”
The man dared to laugh. “Oh, I know all right. Do I look scared?”
Devil’s gaze met mine, asking a silent question. I shook my head. He looked just about ready to go against my wishes anyway, but he held himself back.
“Turn around,” Chika demanded.
“Got a thing for ass, Sauce Boy?” Dog asked.
“Dog, quit it,”Milk snapped.
“Should we contact Angelo’s people? We didn’t exactly have a backup plan,”Upper asked.
“Don’t contact anyone,” I said as we turned around.
“Move,” Chika urged.
“We don’t know what he has planned,”Milk said.
“We’ve survived worse.”
“I don’t like this,” Devil seethed, and I looked over at him.
“Trust me.”
He shook his head, turning away from me as we walked towards the school bus in time to see two men in black jumping down from it and another man lying face down on the ground, fingers shaking. It was clear he was the bus driver.
No.
My footsteps faltered.
“I got a next-level plan for you,Street.”
“Why does he keep saying our name like that?” Dog asked.
We ignored him as we stopped in front of the bus.
“Get in. All three of you.”
We exchanged glances amongst ourselves before I looked back at Chika. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Get the fuck in!” Chika yelled.
With a grunt, Dog went in first, mindful of his arm, with a rough assist from one of the men holding us hostage.
“Ah shit,” Dog cursed.
Devil climbed in next, and I followed behind, seeing why Dog had cursed.
