Page 105 of Made for Cyn
“Hey, you almost done in there? I gotta pee.”
I glance up with a frown before opening the door to find a pretty brunette standing on the other side. When she spies me, she cocks her head before her eyes brighten. “Don’t I know you?”
“No,” I say, stepping around her with a pit in my stomach.
“Yeah, you’re the chick that Cyn claimed.”
Shaking my head, I say, as I walk away, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Shit, I’m so busted if Cyn finds me here, and now that I think about it, he could easily find me via the phone. I turn it off as soon as I think about it, and exhale shakily. What if he finds out? What then?
I know what Oscar has said, and even Iris’ shady behavior worries me, so I’m quite sure this was a stupid idea, especially when Cyn is already mad at me.
Iris and Saul are missing when I reappear, and it’s an orgy in the room, so I back out and wander down the hall instead. I’ve no desire to be propositioned, and I’m afraid of just that if I sit in there with them, all wasted on booze and drugs.
I find a second sitting room a few doors down, complete with a library filled with books. If I weren’t completely exhausted and frankly terrified, I’d enjoy the prospect more.
Instead, I sit down on a fancy couch opposite a fireplace and glance around the pretty space blankly. For now, I’m stuck, but I seriously need to plan this shit better. I do want to help Iris, but fuck, not this way.
With a sigh, I lean my head back and stare at the ceiling. I can’t even play games on my phone because I’m too afraid to turn it on. Exactly how long am I supposed to wait for whatever?
The bright orange blaze of the sun descending on the horizon cascades over my face, and it’s such a beautiful sight that I smile. I haven’t felt this calm in quite a while, and I relax against the cushions, allowing the feeling to pervade my soul.
“I don’t fucking care. Something needs to be done. I’m tired of the bullshit. It’s been a long time coming, and now’s the fucking time.”
Turning at the sound, I step up to the door and press my back to the wall as two guys I don’t recognize walk by. With their backs to me, they enter a room just beyond and I tiptoe into the hall and stop just outside the threshold of theirs.
“What about Hate?”
“What about him?”
Hate’s a person? Could it be Cyn’s cousin? Hmm.
“He’s not going to lay down and take it lightly,” the one grumbles, and rustling breaks out before the other says from farther into the room.
“I don’t fucking care. He’s a fucking liability anyway. I don’t trust the fucker.”
“And if they don’t roll over?”
“Then they get what they get, his fucking crew too,” the other sneers.
“Cyn?”
“Yes, let them bleed. I don’t care how. The dick has been a thorn in my side for too fucking long.”
Slapping my hand over my mouth, I back away slowly, easing into the sitting room and ducking behind the door. Saul emerges with a scowl on his face and, unfortunately, just before he passes the door, he glances up and meets my gaze.
His eyes widen and then narrow, but he keeps going, his companion, a slightly older guy with dark hair to his shoulders beside him.
Fuck. Shit. Damn.
I’m so screwed. Fumbling for my phone, I move to turn it on, jumping out of my skin when the damn thing buzzes with multiple incoming messages.
Cyn: Where are you? We need to talk.
Cyn: Beauty, answer me
Cyn: Damn it, beauty, where are you?