“This is your option,” Zuro said to me abruptly. “You want to keep dumbass alive, pack a bag and climb on my bike when we leave. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, no questions and no bitching.”
“Why?” I asked blankly.
“So you can cook dessert for me,” he snapped. Mohawk man burst out laughing. My mouth dropped open—all this for dessert? I knew he liked sweets, but I didn’t get it. Zuro shook his head at me, wearing that frustrated look he got around me sometimes, like he thought I was a crazy woman.
“Why the hell do you think?” he said, voice strained. “So I can f*ck you.”
My phone buzzed. I grabbed it to find a message from Jeff.
Krissys 2nite. Dont wait up
If a text could give a s**t-eating grin, this one would do it. I shook my head and laughed silently, shoving my phone ba
