Page 47 of The Wicked
“Not without that hot dog,”Dog said.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you if this whole thing goes to shit for a hot dog,”Devil said.
“Relax, it’s my turn to order now—hey, beautiful, can I get three hot dogs to go, and uh… hmm… let me see…”
I shook my head, and Milk sighed.
“Hmmm…”
“I swear to God, Dog—”
“One Coke, please, and thank you.”
There was shuffling in the background, and the person he was talking to said,“There you go.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. Is that a One Direction wristband?”
“Yeah,”the person responded, no doubt with a shy smile.
“That’s rad; I was a huge fan. I find every One Directioner sexy. You know, there was a time I thought I could audition and join them because people tell me I sound like an angel when I sing?”
“Wait, really?”
“Mm-hmm. In fact, take my card, in case you wanna listen to my voice sometime, you can call me.”
“Oh, of course… Derek.”
“Will be waiting to hear from you.”
We all waited, holding our breath as we heard some scuffling, footsteps, and a few street noises before the sound of a door jamming shut resounded.
“Okay, I’m in.”
I exhaled, and Milk returned to Patrick, smiling as he dropped two shots before us. She thanked him before turning to me, handing me one of the shots.
I knocked it back without asking what it was.
It burned, but it was perfect, and I nodded at how fruity it tasted. It had a little bit of bitterness, but not too much.
“I love this,” I said, smiling at Patrick. “Can I get four more of these?”
He nodded with a smile my way before walking down to the other end of the counter.
“What’s your stat, Upper?” I asked.
“We’re in position.”
“Dog?” Milk inquired.
“Six guards. They’re about to leave; give me a sec. Zahra, incoming.”
I frowned. “Wha—”
A hand snaked around my waist, and I faked a flinch as the person whispered in my ear. “My boss wants to have a word.”
My frown deepened, and my gaze snapped to Milk’s surprised one.
“What the fuck?”Devil cursed.
