He’d gone crinos. Him and his posse had done some house cleaning. And then he’d hauled me home, put me in his bed. Probably expected me to be grateful. All that went through my mind. He shook his head. His lip curled a bit and he said, “Not grateful, Tee,” but he wasn’t looking me in the eye. Leer asked, “What was that he’d given her? Rohypnol?” It was completely a ruse, like he couldn’t remember. Leer’s too astute. He knew the story. He was just digging into our business. But I was stunned. Rohypnol? The date rape drug. Fuck. No wonder I’d been fuzzy when I woke up. I hoped to hell that Chaos tore that guy a new asshole. What kind of a sick shit mickeys a girl without her permission? That’s total bullshit. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to know that Chaos was annoyed with Leer. Yeah, he’d been listening in on everything. He knew that Chaos hadn’t talked to me about it yet. And he was taking advantage of the politics. I felt hurt. I’m sure it showed in my eyes.
