"Yeah, you do. The question now is, why did you just bite his head off?” Kit asked.
Glaring at the ants marching across the pavement, I took a few more puffs before I answered. “Fuckin’ Knightly's been blowing up my phone all morning and pissing me off!”
And because the universe hated me today and wanted to heap dry wood on the raging inferno that was my temper, my phone chose that moment to blip.
“Son of a…”
Sure as shit there was a message from Knightly waiting for me.
The thing is, I sort of already told Cole and Davy that you were in.
Of course he did.
Motherfucker.
Then you’d better tell them you lied, or better still, I’ll text them and let them know you’re out of your fucking mind.
“Is that him again?” Kit asked.
“Irritating fucker.”
“Is your block button broken?”
“What? No, the fucker works just fine,” I grumbled.
“Then why the fuck don’t you use it instead of putting up with his shit?” Kit asked.
Okay, fair.
I didn’t have an answer though. I’d considered blocking him in the past and never gone through with it, though I wouldn’t have been able to explain why if anyone had asked. I felt like a fucking idiot as I stood there staring at Knightly’s profile before hitting the button to block him.
“See, simple,” Kit said. “Now let’s have a few more puffs and join the band. I’m looking forward to this.”
“Yeah, me too,” I admitted, hating that Knightly had wrecked the enthusiasm I’d woken with.
“Still not going to show me what you’re getting?” he asked.
“Not until it’s on me.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Sometimes.”
Without Knightly irritating the fuck out of me and with a healthy dose of nicotine in my system, I was finally starting to chill the fuck out again.
“We’d better get moving,” I said a few puffs later, and headed around the side of the building beside Kit to get on our bus. Vale was riding with us today, with the rest of our guards in the SUV parked behind it.
Johnny sat at the end of the couch next to Dash when I got on the bus, shoulders slumped as he stared at me.
“Sorry, man,” Johnny muttered.
“No, I’m the one who's sorry,” I said, closing the distance between us so I could tug him to his feet and into a one-armed hug. “Knightly was being a dick. It had nothing to do with you. We good?”
“Always,” Johnny replied.
“What’s the fucker done now?” Ozzy asked as I turned Johnny loose so Kit and I could go sit on the couch beside him.
Groaning, I rubbed the back of my neck, not really wanting to get into it with them. “It’s been dealt with. He’s currently blocked.”