Page 49

49

Cacao and Cocaine - Sofia Isella

I’ve had it with these two. Absolutely had it. They’re the most stubborn, blind people on this planet. Stubborn, blind, and dangerous. And I’m forced to go along with it.

After we dropped out of the wall, Riley grabbed a truck key from the bushes in the front yard and put me in a truck I know she doesn’t own. And because I’m pissed, I do the only thing I can do—I cross my arms, face away from her, giving her the silent treatment.

My head is a confusing place. Despite everything, it was hot to watch a soaked Riley literally break through a wall while claiming me. Her nipples were visible through her shirt, and her eyes were so angry they made me wet.

And that’s when I decided I needed therapy. Lots and lots of fucking therapy. In fact, I don’t think I should ever leave the office.

“Who are we killing now?” I ask it harshly. It’s meant to distract me from thoughts of Riley’s nipples. To remind me that she’s absolutely insane. That we’re most likely on our way to murder someone.

Riley doesn’t answer me for a while, which does great at pissing me off. But when she does speak, I immediately swallow. “My green armchair, Rachel.”

I glance over at her. She still looks pissed. At least, I think she’s pissed. She’s frowning and looking straight ahead. Then, she says softly, “At least, one of them.”

There was more than one? Against my will, my throat tightens.

Riley glances over at me, and she looks like she’s going to be sick. “Talk to me, Rachel. I need a distraction.”

The vulnerable look in her eyes is probably manipulation. I don’t know enough about people to tell. But it tugs at me anyway, and I glower. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Anything. Anything, please, just something.”

She’s gripping the steering wheel so tight her fingers are white.

“I, uh…how do you like your hair?”

I wince. That was smooth. But I think the cut suits her face. Her jaw cuts out in a pretty line and is much more visible now, and I think I did a good job, considering my scissors were dull as fuck, and her hair was coated in blood.

Riley laughs roughly. “If you ever do that again, I’ll kill you. You know that, right?”

“I know.” I stare out the window. Manson’s going to be so upset that we’re gone. He left at my suggestion. “You’ll have to beat Manson to it.”

“You mean your buddy?” Riley glares at me.

“He’s not my buddy.” I shake my head.

“Sure he isn’t.”

“Listen. I’m just trying to survive, okay?”

“I told you I’d keep you safe. What part of that did you not believe?”

I glance over at her. She looks back at me before glancing back at the road. Her voice gets so low I barely hear it. “I couldn’t keep myself safe. But now…now I can at least keep you safe.”