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Iris struts, and he spins, continuously reaching into a black fanny pack around his waist to pull out more petals.
“I can’t wait to see it.” “The asteroid?” “You. Falling ass over tit in love.”
“Who are you, and where is the real Zeus?” Iris steps in. “The real Zeus is being drowned by drunk Zeus.”
I should probably see a shrink about that, but meh. Why pay for therapy when C4, guns, and a good old game of cat and mouse can be as cathartic?
The majority of the team is here, and the meeting is underway already. I hold my arms out. “Started without me?” “Contrary to what you might believe, Zeus, not everything is about you,” Trav says. “Lies,” I protest.
I’m beginning to think Trav’s rules are all bullshit. Or that they only apply to me because … okay, yeah, fair enough.
Huh. Apparently, I’ve found a type I won’t go for, and that’s guys who look like teenagers. Good to know I have boundaries. Go me.
The only thing I’ve ever craved from a partner. To be choked in bed but loved outside of it. Is that so much to ask?
“I’ve got you,” Zeus says, trying to reassure me some more. “You don’t have to worry about me breaking you.” “I already know you won’t do that.” He frowns. “You do?” “You can’t break a man who’s already broken.”
“Welcome to adulthood. I think ninety-five percent of it is faking it.”
“Hey, whenever I start to think about Olive, I come out here and blow more stuff up.” “I think if I were to do that for every issue I have, I’d probably blow a hole in the world.” “Baby steps. First, let’s blow up your emotional baggage, and then we can work on world domination.” Callie manages a smile.
“I’ll tell you, but then I’ll have to kill you.” Haz walks off on us. “Please tell me we aren’t that annoying,” Iris says. “Right?” Scout passes us at that moment. “You are.” We both flip him off.
“No, I was seriously asking if you really got a BJ from Callie. He’s hot. He’s, like, a younger version of Saint. All sunshine hair with the all-American vibe.” “Heard that,” Saint calls out from the kitchen. “And if you think you can trade up to a newer model, you’re mistaken.”
I fight the urge to hold his hand, to show him that I’m here for him, but if we walked out there hand in hand, I would never hear the end of it. Ever. Like, the guys would write it on my tombstone. “Here lies Zeus. He liked to pretend he was a fuckboy, but let it be said, he once held a boy’s hand.”
He takes Callie’s hand. “Apparently, we’re hanging out while these guys plot how to take down all the bad guys with their pew pews.” “I already told you,” Atlas complains. “Calling guns pew pews diminishes how lethal they are.” “Sorry. Pointy bang bangs. Is that better?” Lemon looks up at Atlas, but when he glares back, Lemon says, “Love you. Okay, bye.”
“Fine, I swear on the Kama Sutra, if one hair on his pretty little head gets hurt, I’ll go on a rampage that will take down all of the crooks in Las Vegas.”
