Page 26 of Property of Heart

Norie and I share a look and I whisper, “Does he seem a little too eager, or what?”

She bobs her head.“Yeah, but on the other hand...he’s the club’s enforcer.”

“So, he throws the punches around here?Keeping everyone in line and the first one kicking people’s ass when they need to be questioned?”I wonder out loud.

Remus chuckles.“Something along those lines.”

“Do you guys have like a manual I can borrow?I need to learn all the biker lingo.My brother hasn’t been very open about anything.Details about my birth, and being dumped were scarce, anything else I ask the fucker just clams up.”I stare at both Remus and Norie.

Remus sighs.“Ask your old man.He’s the one who determines what to share and what not.”

“Fine.Go grab the notepad and a pen.You’re taking notes while Norie and I bounce around ideas.Heart is tracking a lead to find Digby, and that fucker needs to die.”I can feel my eyes widen and slap a hand over my mouth.

Swallowing hard, I murmur between my fingers, “I swear I’m not a violent person.”

Remus shrugs.“Heart mentioned you woke up in the forest and watched those fuckers kick your friend to death, and discussing dismembering.”

I’m bobbing my head while I state, “Yeah, but I’m starting to doubt if Rob ever was my friend or just using me to steal expensive things.”

“Fucker is dead, so don’t blame yourself.”Remus slaps a notepad on the table in front of him and clicks his pen off and on.“Fire away, ladies.”

Norie taps on the notepad.“Write down the eyeball on a lollipop stick.”

“Are you numbering them?”I ask as I watch him write.

Remus grins.“Sure am.I’m going to get the brothers to guess how many different ways you two came up with and have them place bets.Gonna earn me some cold hard cash.”

“Fifty-fifty cut,” Norie snaps, and I bob my head in agreement.

“Fine, but you two better come up with some hilarious shit,” Remus grumbles.

“Like shoving maggots up a guy’s ass?”Norie asks without blinking.

I turn to Norie.“I don’t think that’s going to work.”

Norie’s shoulders sag.“Yeah, maggots don’t munch on healthy flesh.So, I guess it’s a torture technique after days of torture.”

Tapping the table near the notepad, I tell Remus, “Best to put that one near the bottom.”

“Near the bottom,” Norie repeats and snickers.

I grin and keep my gaze on Remus when I add, “I’m more of a mental torture fan...like when you put the hand of a guy in ice water to numb it and then flay the thing while he watches.”

“A fan,” Remus snorts as he writes.

And so it begins...at least we’re having fun, bouncing around ideas.It also keeps my mind distracted enough not to worry about Heart.Not only if he’s safe, but also all the emotional stuff along with my insecurities.No wonder Karev mentioned I couldn’t have a relationship, even if he’s the very one who tied me to Heart.

Did I mention my life is fucking confusing?Talk about mental torture...I’m definitely not a fan when it concerns myself.