“I think you guys got that wrong.”
“Talk to her,” Rob muttered, storming past Sinner. “Apparently, women’s rights go as far as who wears the jeans in the family.”
Sinner tore his shirt over his head and tossed it at me. “I’m gonna need you to put that on. My wife would castrate me if she found out I was staring at another woman’s boobs. Been there, didn’t care for it much.”
Fumbling with the shirt, I tugged it over my head. “You were castrated?”
“In a sense. Trust me, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
“I wasn’t aware castration could be a good thing.”
He grabbed my arm and started dragging me to the car. “Not sure. I think an argument could have been made for the Nazis.”
I climbed into the SUV behind Rob, but as soon as Claire started to get in, Derek pulled her back out.
“There is no way you’re sitting back here with FreeBall. Get up front.”
Claire’s face lit up with excitement. “Does that mean I get the AK?”
“Fuck,” Derek cursed under his breath. “Yeah.”
Storm jumped in the back seat with us, then climbed into the trunk, his tail wagging the whole time as he drooled all over the place.
We took off seconds later, and Sinner eyed Derek in the mirror. “You’re willing to let her play with guns just so she doesn’t sit with a man who’s half naked?”
Derek looked him dead in the eye. “Any fucking day of the week.”
17
ROB
“There are no trackers on us,”I said as I paced the latest hotel. We were in Vegas now, and the hope was that no one would be stupid enough to attack us in such a nice building.
I highly doubted that was true, but I’d run with the theory until proven otherwise.
“You can’t be sure,” Sinner said.
“We checked. Every fucking inch is clear.”
“Hairline?” Derek asked.
“Checked.”
“Scrotum?”
I rolled my eyes. “That was the first place I looked.”
“What about?—”
“Every fucking inch,” I reiterated. “I’m telling you, there’s no tracking on us.”
“Then how do you explain how the hell they’re finding you?” Derek snapped.
I ran my fingers through my hair, gripping tight to feel the pain burn through my scalp. “I don’t fucking now. None of this makes sense.”
“You need to call Cash again.”
“He can’t tell me anything,” I told Sinner. “He only saw us running out.”