Andfuck.
“Whatcanyou tell us?” Bishop asked, his intuitionnothappy.
He gave him a joyful, mostly regretful look. “I can tell you one thing. He is not our enemy. And one other thing. He needs our help.”
Bishop fought his disgust with this dead end. “Forwhat?”
Seer’s slow headshake didn’t help. “Guess we’ll know that when it’s time to know it.”
He held his stare a few moments. “Unbelievable.”
Seer nodded.
He aimed his loathing at Sinrik. “Why don’t I trust him?”
“Because he isn’t trustworthy,” Seer said, getting Bishop’s glare back on him.
“Is that part of your download of invisible information? This is not sarcasm, mon frere, it’s a genuine question,” he added, unable to hide his fucking anger.
“It is,” he said, fighting hard with his grin. “He’s not trustworthy yet because he has no idea about what I was shown.”
“Or about everything you don’t know.”
He nodded, sympathetic with that oxymoron they were stuck with.
“MonfuckingDieu,” Bishop muttered, wanting to walk over and kick him in the head.
“So we’re just locking him up,” Bullets said, sounding ripped off.
“I got room at my Weigh Station,” Nitro said, hungry for an opportunity and excuse.
They all volunteered their jails now like good swamp Samaritans.
“He’ll stay in mine,” Bishop decided, glad he at least got to imprison their oblivious preciousrock.For as long as it took. Which was until God showedhimit was safe to do otherwise.
Sinrik would learn—hopefully the hardest fucking way—that in this swamp, ignorance wasn’tbliss.
The Beloved Hack Hunk
“Bee-bee, you need to keep up,” Bacon whispered once they reached the land part of Nitro’s Hatch. “White on rice, your fine ass glued to me. You understand? There might be tee-ties.”
“I am keeping up!” she hissed. “And what tee-ties, what you mean!”
“What tee-ties?” he balked. “Bee-bee, this is the swamp! Home of the tee-ties. And I’m just trying to protect you, don’t be insubordinate.”
He smiled at the outpouring of her cute mad sputters.
“And Idothank you, Mr. Bacon, for all your protection from the tee-ties but do not call me insubordinate, that is—”
“You tellin’ me not to do something is the very definition of insubordinate!” he said, shaking his head. He glanced back at her, grinning at how sexy she was in all black. “And don't think you being fine as fuck will excuse you.” He paused in his tracks, aiming his flashlight all around. “My little sexy ninja.”
“Little,” she huffed right behind him. “Where exactly we headed and what we looking for?”
“Yes, littleandsexy,” he ordered, aiming the light at her face. “Don’t argue with your Seigneur des Provisions, Phelony Marie.”
She giggled that tinkly laugh that tickled his cock. “Lord of provisions, now that’s rich.”
He pointed into the darkness before them. “See that tree line? That’s our target.” He handed her the flashlight and pulledthe map he’d drawn from his pocket. “Gimme some light,” he said, opening it. “See here?”