Page 60 of Devilish Debt
All of us.
Any of us.
They treat life like it’s just all misdemeanors and community service bullshit.
As though nothing should be taken too seriously.
As if there aren’t real fucking consequences to their fucking actions.
I refuse to be the onlyadultin our relationship.
Not that we exactly have a relationship so much as a flingship.
Not that we ever will have more.
Or could.
That shit may work for some.
Be accepted by others –including my own parents.
However, that doesn’t mean it would work for us.
Me.
WhatIdo.
WhoI’m around on a daily.
Those that affect my career.
Secrets are meant to be kept in closets and under the bed and filed away with NDAs.
I don’t write the arbitrary “appearances are everything” laws.
I just follow them.
“I didn’t read the terms and conditions of this sitch nearly as well as I clearly should’ve.That’s on me,” Zero firmly proclaims.“However, I’ve got this vibe that’s tellin’ me if I can trace what company the merc was hired from then I can get into their shit, get into the deets of his contract, and find a way to invalidate it, and then foot the bill – or havePrince Dickbagfoot the bill – to move them from malware attacking to a virus we can use in our favor.”
Pride allows itself to be seen on my face.
“SeenowI’m convinced misery has abandoned needing company,” Salay sasses upon admiring the shift in my expression.
“And how many more laps is it gonna take to convince you that you’re needed in sweeping the property for more bugs?”
“There is no convincing me that being an exterminator is better than being a mermaid.”
“Anakedmermaid,” Zero needlessly reminds.
“He seems to be the only one here immune to it.”
“I’m notimmuneto it,” I grumble my response prior to indulging in another sip.“I can just think with more than my dick.”
“You sayin’ I can’t?”
My best friend’s retort receives a small glare.“Were those the words that I said?”
“Those were what your wordsinferredto the jury, Prosecutor,” Salay informs with a snarky grin.
