Chapter 15: Zero

Killer walks closer in.

“I could do it,” He suggests rubbing the back of his neck.

“Say what?” I ask.

He rolls his eyes and walks to the vacant chair next to Snake,

“When I took her upstairs, she asked me to wait for her to sleep. She was thrashing and shit then woke up. Told me I could touch her then went back to sleep.”

The thought sends fury like nothing else to overcloud rational thought. Why I don't care.

“She went back to sleep? That's it?” The accusatory is full in my question.

His attention stays above Rounders head, refusing to look at me. He doesn't answer. Just gets up to hide in the shadows.

Killer’s lying, something went down.

And he ain't gonna tell me shit.

I can't go beating his ass for it either.

He got the name Killer in the Navy at 19 and it's not because of his blue eyes and killer looks as Chadley likes to believe.

The others are quiet. Thinking the same thought as me.

“What did Venus vote?” Bull's deep rusty voice fills the room.