Page 24 of Die for You

“What the fuck?—”

The door slams behind me, and I don’t get a chance to yank it open before Knox is back in the passenger seat and Damien takes off.

“Bastards,” I grumble.

“Yep, we’re bastards for driving you home.” Damien glares at me in the rearview mirror. I flip him off, and he smirks.

Gross. My attitude gets him off.

I turn my glare on Finn this time. “Just because you’re not the getaway driver or the literal kidnapper doesn’t mean you’re not just as bad as they are. You’re an accomplice.”

“He’s the one who will blindfold and cuff you,” Knox says. “He’s no mere accomplice.”

Finn’s sexy little smirk is all the confirmation I need. They’re all nuts.

“Why don’t you talk?” I ask. It’s a question that’s been on my mind since I met the Devils. Finn’s silence is a hard contrast to Knox’s constant charm and Damien’s incessant taunting.

My suspicion is that he doesn’t like to hear comments about how deep his voice is. But I think it’s more than that.

His throat bobs before he forces the words out. “Prefer to talk with my hands.”

“Just wait until he starts texting you long ass paragraphs in the middle of the night,” Knox cuts in. “He doesn’t shut up.”

Finn flips him a casual middle finger, and Knox laughs.

“Talk with your hands? Like sign language? Are you hard of hearing?” I’ve never noticed a hearing aid, but I’ve also never looked that closely and his hair covers his ears.

He shakes his head. “Sister is.”

My hands move slowly, awkwardly, and I’m not sure I’m getting the words right.So was my father.

Finn’s blue eyes brighten, the corners of his mouth curving up, and the sight sends an unexpected jolt to my heart. Hishands move faster, more fluidly than mine.You know sign language?

“A little. I haven’t used it since I was a kid, so I’m rusty.” For some reason, my cheeks warm.

He signs slowly to help me keep up. Luckily, it’s easier for me to interpret than to communicate.My mother hated hearing my voice when I was a kid. I learned it was better to have silent conversations with my sister. We liked that we had our own secret language. Our parents never bothered learning it.

My heart squeezes for Finn and his sister. My mother started learning sign language as soon as she and my father met. I can’t imagine my own parent caring so little about me that they wouldn’t be willing to at least try to communicate with me in a way that was more accessible to me. “That’s shitty of them. You should help me brush up on it so we can talk shit about Damien and Knox right in front of them.”

“Hey!” Knox protests.

“If you’re going to talk shit, say it out loud. And to my face,” Damien growls.

Finn chuckles, and with his hand, signs,Sure.

Strangely, an irresistible smile pulls at my lips. I haven’t used sign language since my parents died, and I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed it until now. How much I miss that connection to my parents.

Abruptly, the SUV comes to a halt. We’re already in front of my apartment. An unexpected pang of disappointment hits until I shake it off.

“You can come home with us instead,” Damien purrs.

All three of them are watching me with eyes at half-mast. Eyes that undress me as they fantasize about taking me home.

For a split second, I nearly blurtfuck itand go with them.

Instead, I yank the door open and hop out, the rush of adrenaline making my legs tremble. “I’m good. Don’t ever pull some shit like this again.”

“Kiss goodbye?” Knox calls, leaning out the window.