War

"Are you not telling them that you met up with Isaac last week?" I ask Bones, lazily gripping Irina's ponytail as her head bobs up and down in my lap. She's my favorite whore, always surrendering herself to my dark needs.

Logan's usually smart enough to stay buried in the back of our mind when I'm taking care of business like this, but the moment I mention Alyssa, I feel him clawing forward, interested in the conversation.

Pathetic.

Bones waves me off from his ...