“Course.” He nodded and went to the passenger side. I got in the driver seat and just sat there for a beat before punching the steering wheel. Why did they have to fucking show their faces? Why did she call out to me? I wished they’d stayed under the rock where they’d been living.

“Hey,” Zion said, his hand dropping to my thigh. “Forget about them.”

“Fuckin’ motherfuckers.” I shook my head. “Did you see how fuckin’ spaced out they were? Probably lookin’ for their next hit. Nothin’ has changed for them since I left. They didn’t give a flyin’ fuck I was gone.” I laughed humorlessly. “I’m surprised they even remembered they had a son.”

“You’re better off without them,” Zion tried. “Hell, Boom and Wendy are your parents, not those cunts. Forget about them.”

Easier said than done. But I wanted to try though. I wanted what we’d planned—an afternoon with Zion with a drink, strip poker, and some fooling around. I wanted to wipe them from my mind, but I couldn’t get their image out of my head.

“Maybe if I stayed, they’d have got help,” I thought aloud.

“Fuckin’ bullshit.” Zion tapped me in the arm. “Don’t do this shit to yourself. Don’t second-guess things now because they showed their fuckin’ ugly mugs. They put themselves in this position. Not you. Boom got you out, and they coulda used that to wake themselves up, but they didn’t. It’s their choice, their mistake. Not yours.” He grabbed my hand. “You’re in a good place in life. Surrounded by good people. Don’t let them bring you down.”

Sighing, I rested my head back and nodded. “You’re right.” He was, and I’d fucking try to forget what just happened. They weren’t worth it.

“I’m always right. You just gotta remember that.”

I snorted and suddenly felt better, more relaxed, and I knew it had to do with the man next to me.

Chapter Fourteen

Saint

I smirked at the fucking stunning man across from me. We’d given up poker when we fought too much over me, apparently, cheating. Since I was still fully clothed and Kylo was down to his boxers and socks.

Kylo glared. “Do you have a five?” he asked.

I did, but I wasn’t a fair player. “Go fish.”

“Bullshit, let me see your damn hand,” he demanded, trying to lean over the coffee table to get to me.

Chuckling, I held them out of the way. “Now look who wants to cheat.”

“Fine,” he gritted between clenched teeth. I nearly had him naked. There wasn’t a chance I’d give him what he wanted—which was to win—when I just had to hold out a bit longer to have him naked in front of me.

“You hard?” I asked.

“Fuck off,” he clipped.

Grinning, I went on, “Right then, do you have any twos?” I didn’t have a two left, I had the five he wanted, but he didn’t need to know.

He smiled smugly. “Go fuckin’ fish.”