Page 116 of Made for Cyn
“Rain, don’t worry about it. The dick won’t know what hit him,” Jig says.
“Really?” I ask dubiously.
“Yes, really. You don’t know it, but we’ve got resources,” he insists solemnly.
“Resources,” I say dully. “Like Razor?”
Shit, did I say that out loud?
“What?” Cyn snaps, leaning forward and grabbing my chin. “What about Razor?”
“Nothing,” I say.
“What the fuck does Saul have to do with it?” he barks.
“Calm down. It doesn’t involve Rainy,” Iris says as she slips back inside, her eyes now suspiciously red and glossy.
“Then what?” he asks impatiently, and I pull away from his grasp.
With a sigh, she slumps back in her seat and stares at her fingernails. “He’s going to take care of our problem.”
“How?”
“How do you think?” she mutters.
Sitting back, he growls, “In exchange for what?”
Giving him a level look, she says nothing, and he stands to pace the room. Bastion slips in quietly, leaning against the wall and Iris eyes him before looking away with a resigned expression.
Behind us, Jig breaks the silence. “He’s fucking dangerous. Why would you even consider him?”
Shrugging, she says casually, “He’s a means to an end.”
“This is fucking serious,” Bastion barks, looking her over with his mouth curled in disgust.
She drops the chair to the floor where she was leaning back and snarls, “You don’t think I fucking know that? Me?”
She’s pounding against her chest, and I wince with the ferocity, whispering her name, but she ignores me as she continues. “I’ve been living with that freak for ten years. Ten. Years! I’ll fucking suck a hundred cocks if it means he’s in the ground.”
“Yeah, well, I guess you would, wouldn’t you?” Bastion sneers.
For a moment, there’s a painful silence and I inhale noisily before pushing to my feet and yelling, “Enough! This isn’t helping. And you had better back off my cousin because I’m fucking done! You don’t know what her experience is like. It’s . . . gross and ugly.”
Iris drops her head into her hands, and at first, I think she’s crying until she drops them and laughs. “Whatever. You’ve just proved my point. And I’ll stick to fucking Saul because at least he’s honest about using me.”
Bastion flinches and opens his mouth, but she cuts him off. “Can we go home now? It’s time for me to take my punishment like a good little whore.”
There’s a pained silence before Bastion roars and slams his fist into the wall. Flinching, I sag in my seat and Cyn shakes his head while Jig huffs beside me. “You shouldn’t be riling the beast, Iris.”
“Whatever,” she says tiredly. “You can’t change my life. It’s shitty, and I’m living in the fucking stink. When the time is right, w-I’ll do what needs to be done and end this. Your pretty fingers will remain clean.”
Wincing at her slip, I hold my breath, but thankfully, it rolls right over Cyn as he studies Iris carefully. “And Rand?”
Rolling her eyes to the ceiling, she mutters, “Rand was my real first, and he sucked, by the way.”
“Then why do you act so squirrelly around him?” Cyn says.
“Because he knows too much.”