Yawning, I opened my lunch box and stared past Allie at the cafeteria table that Poison had claimed. Today, it was completely empty. My lips curled into a frown. I’d expected Landon to take a couple days off, but that didn’t mean they all had to—unless they were off doing a job.
And if they were at a job, then that meant they were probably getting into some trouble.
“So, how’s Landon?” Allie asked.
I pulled my gaze away from their table and sighed. “As good as you can be after your father shoots you in the stomach.”
I curled my lip in disgust and balled my hands into fists under the table. If João had let me land one punch on his father’s ugly face, I would’ve.
It wasn’t fair. João didn’t witness what I did. I wanted to kill his father for what he did.
“Are you guys … a thing?” Allie
