I bite down on the end of the cigar, lighting the Zippo. I puff on the trunk until it gathers enough burn, before flicking tobacco out of my mouth. “Wicked. You?”

When he doesn’t answer, I turn my head to look at him and find him staring back at me with green eyes. The fucker is sure as hell pretty. The corner of his mouth curves in a knowing smirk. “Sicko.”

“Cheers.” I tap my cigar against his before bringing it back to my mouth. “To new fucked-up beginnings…”

“Yo, Roy, are we going to talk about this? Like we did what he fucking said we were supposed to do!”

I watch as he moves across the room, taking a seat beside his friends. “I know, but clearly, something happened along the way.”

Sucking down the smoke, I point to them with the end. “I don’t know much about K Diamond. I more fuck with his idiot brother Skully.”

Sicko pauses, looking up at me from behind the cloud of smoke. “This psycho has a fucking brother?”

Pushing off the counter, I move to the door. “Yeah. He’s not as bad as K Diamond, but I’m starting to rethink my choice of thoughts.”

“He take something from you?” It’s an honest question. I know that whoever this group of guys are and whatever they’re doing here, they’re good people. Not the kind I was raised around. Not the kind I am.

“K Diamond?” I shake my head. “Nah. But Skully? Fucking definitely.” K Diamond had nothing to do with Poppy. I know that deep down, but was he bluffing about her being alive? A big part of me wanted to believe he was telling the truth, but I gave up fifty days ago. I haven’t really given a fuck about much else since.

“You wanna get out, brother?” Sicko asks, and I slowly shift my head over my shoulder, my eyes resting on his.

“Nah, but I’ll help you lot get out.”

“You don’t want to get out of here?” the nerdy one sitting on the edge of the bed asks, staring at me with wide eyes. Probably not a very fair assessment. He may not be that nerdy at all, and once upon a time, I called Ruby nerdy, and that little freak crawled her way onto my lap naked the first chance she got. I’m a shit judge of character—clearly.

“I don’t care enough to do it. It’s not about want. I don’t know what I want.”