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“Time to go!”
I shot forward and wrapped my arm around his neck. He struggled hard, fighting back like the badass he was. Thankfully, I had Red and Kavanaugh with me.
“Get his legs!” I shouted to Kavanaugh.
He grabbed them, hauling him off his feet as we dragged him to the back exit with about twenty people staring at us.
“Get the door!” I shouted to Red. He ran ahead, flinging the door open as we hobbled out into the morning light. Cash struggled less and less with every step we took until he finally passed out. Red took off around the corner, and Kavanaugh and I repositioned Cash in our arms, making for an easier getaway. Red came swerving around the corner in the minivan, opening the door just as we heard the police stop at the front of the hotel.
Kavanaugh climbed in the back as I unceremoniously dropped Cash inside and closed the door. Seconds later, we were hauling ass out of the back parking lot with the sliding door slowly closing. I spun in my seat, checking the rear to see if anyone was following yet.
“We’re clear.”
“Yeah, but it won’t take them long to find us,” Red muttered. “We need to get out of here.”
“Even if we get back to Kansas, that won’t make this better. They’ll still know who we are. Did you see how many people were recording his meltdown?”
“So, what’s the plan?”
There was no good plan. There was only one thing to do. “Get Rae on the phone. She has a lot of work to do.”
32
SARAH
“I’m not watching another musical,” IRIS spat, grabbing the remote from Fox’s grip. “Let someone else pick.”
“Oh, and you think Sarah’s going to want to watch some show about blowing things up?” He grabbed the remote back and held it over his head as IRIS jumped in the air, trying to reach it.
“It’s better than listening to a bunch of girls singing about having a rough life!” IRIS yelled, wrestling the remote away from Fox again.
I stood, hardly able to stand the arguing anymore. It had been like this from the moment IRIS walked through the door just five minutes after Eli left. IKE and Max were nowhere to be found. And from what I understood, Scottie was off on a mission to retrieve the plane in the Caribbean. As for Tate, I had no idea where he was.
“Children!” I shouted as I stood. I marched over to them, grabbing them both by the ears and dragging them across the room. “What is wrong with you?”
“You’re hurting me,” Fox whined.
“Yeah, you’re so mean!” IRIS snapped.
“If you weren’t behaving like two-year-olds, I wouldn’t have to get like this.” They both shut up immediately, turning to me with reproachful gazes. “Now, I know you’re essentially my babysitters, but that does not mean I won’t kick your asses if you don’t shut the hell up! I hardly got any sleep last night, and since you’ve been in here, all you’ve done is argue!”
“But he won’t let us watch—” IRIS started, but I shut him up with just one scathing look.
“I don’t care what you’re arguing about. First, it was the Funyuns. Then it was the menu for lunch, which I still haven’t gotten. Now, it’s the remote. Do I need to call your wives?”
They both hung their heads, shaking them slowly. “No.”
“Frankly, if either of you were my husband, I would divorce you if I knew you were acting this way. Why can’t you discuss the latest bomb? Or, who makes better shawarma?”
Fox snorted. “That’s me, hands down.”
“Yeah, I don’t even make shawarma,” IRIS admitted. He glanced at Fox, shrugging slightly. “It is pretty good. I liked how you made it last time.”
“Thanks, man. It was inspired by my love of fried tarantula.”
I grimaced, not wanting to hear anymore. Seriously, these men all needed to be slapped around a few times.
“Hey, and the next time you’re at the house, I’ll make it for you.”