Page 26 of O'Mega's Revenge

I held up a finger to silently ask her to stick a pin in it for a second. Then I had a better idea.

“Is Trot still in the area?”

“Nope, she went straight home. I stopped by to get Quick and get your bike back before checkout so you wouldn’t have to go back and see that asshole ever again.”

Asshole. Yeah, I kind of did call him that name last night when bawling my eyes out to Quick.

“Is Quick here?”

“Nope. She took off. JR got lonely.”

At least someone had a normal relationship. As I stalled, Missile dug in her saddle bag. She pulled out a blue and blond mess of a braid. “For you.”

I didn’t move to take it. She wavered in place, carefully laid the braid on the cheap hotel comforter, and backed away. “A peace offering?”

No, it wasn’t. Whether it was because of the braid, or because I’d gotten to the end of my patience, I started talking.

“When I was fifteen, I hung out at the mall with my friends. We would smoke outside the food court doors. The security would chase us away every day.”

“I did that, too, but it was pot.”

She could have that. I had points to make.

“One afternoon, like so many before it, we got chased away. All of us went in different directions. I circled around the back of the mall and started for home.”

She settled into a hotel chair and cocked her head to listen.

“That was the day I was abducted. The middle of the afternoon. Friends really close, you know? But not close enough.”

Her face flinched. “We wouldn’t let that happen to you again.”

I met her eyes.

“Wolf had Sprout there, and not really anyone else.”

“He’s a grown man, and we didn’t— ”

That tied it. I jumped out of bed and got in her face. “How is it different? You all took from him while he was helpless. Drugged or drunk, it doesn’t matter. You fucked with him, and he couldn’t fuck back!”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Don’t.”

“Tits…”

“No, he was helpless.”

“Wolf is not helpless.”

I picked up her phone, slammed it on the table next to her, and pointed to it. “In those pictures, he was.” My hand shook.

“It’s just hair.”

“It’sconsent. Don’t you get it? You did something to himwithout consent.”

Missile kept shaking her head, trying to deny what I was saying.

“All of them, you said? Every single sister?”