drunken mouth. What was it that Whistler called them? Raven laughed out loud as he recalled: hose monsters. Not that Whistler didn’t use a few; he was sure he was seeing Hazel on the sly. She didn’t give out to any other man.
He grabbed the shirt he used to cover his eyes and rolled it up. He took one last look at Morgana sleeping with her lips parted and shut his eyes.
* * *
Morgana stirred. Her cell was softly playing Lana’s ringtone. She reached for it and read the text: “Coming over in a few and don’t shoot me!” There was no point in telling Lana no; she never paid attention to that word. Morgana shut her eyes and hoped like hell Lana didn’t stay long. Maybe she just wanted to sleep in one of the bedrooms. She drifted back to sleep when all of a sudden the security alarm went off.
She sat up and looked at Raven, who was off his bunk staring at her. There were gunshots—and she didn’t know where they were coming from. She grabbed the gun from the night table drawer and looked at Raven with alarm in her eyes.
“Morgana, don’t go out there! Lock the door and call True now!” he screamed at her.
She shook her head no, then mouthed, “I love you,” before she hit the remote, turning off the sound and camera. If there was someone in the house, she wasn’t going to let them know Raven was in the basement. She pushed open the bedroom door slowly and heard the alarm go silent. What the fuck was going on? Lana. She bet it was her, and Lord knew what trouble she had brought to her door.
“Lana? Is that you?” She kept her voice low in case it wasn’t.
Her older sister stood in the hallway with a boom box in her hand. She was grinning and looked very drunk.
Morgana sighed heavily, putting the gun back into the drawer and going out to the living room where Lana was sprawled out on the couch. “Lana, what the hell is wrong with you? I heard gunshots! Why the hell do you have a boom box?” Morgana wasn’t in the least amused.
“I got a CD with gunshots and I decided it was a good way to fuck with Raven. I thought that was what you’re doing.” Lana frowned at her. “Don’t you dare tell me that you’ve let him out of that cell.”
Morgana stood with her hand over her stomach and gave her sister a piercing glare. “No, he’s there, but I don’t think this was called for. I could have shot you. You scared the shit out of me! Now I have to call the security company and make sure the cops aren’t on their way here.”
She was furious. Raven must be going nuts in the cell, worrying. She went to the phone and dialed the company to let them know that it was just a false alarm. How Lana in her drunken state had remembered the passcode was a fucking miracle.
Lana was passed out on the couch by the time Morgana returned, so she shook her awake. “I want you out of my house. I’ll call Trick to get you, but you can’t stay here. I’m so angry with you, I feel like slapping you.” She went into her sister’s purse and found her cell. After running through the contacts, she found Trick. “Trick, this is Morgana. Can you please pick up Lana? She’s here and I want her gone.”
“Sorry, Morgana, but there’s no fucking way I’m going near your crazy sister. I booted her ass out of here hours ago. You’d best call one of your brothers. I can’t deal with crazy anymore.”
With that, Trick hung up on her. She stared at her sister disgustedly. What she had just done was unforgiveable, and she was tired of cleaning up Lana’s messes. No wonder her sister couldn’t keep a man. She was as crazy as the criminals she was trying to help. That was another good reason to move; no child should have to see Lana drunk and out of control. She sighed and wondered if she left her on the couch whether she’d wake up and puke. There was no way in hell she wanted Lana here.
She got her own cell and looked at the blank TV screen. Raven would have to wait, just as she’d waited and worried
He grabbed the shirt he used to cover his eyes and rolled it up. He took one last look at Morgana sleeping with her lips parted and shut his eyes.
* * *
Morgana stirred. Her cell was softly playing Lana’s ringtone. She reached for it and read the text: “Coming over in a few and don’t shoot me!” There was no point in telling Lana no; she never paid attention to that word. Morgana shut her eyes and hoped like hell Lana didn’t stay long. Maybe she just wanted to sleep in one of the bedrooms. She drifted back to sleep when all of a sudden the security alarm went off.
She sat up and looked at Raven, who was off his bunk staring at her. There were gunshots—and she didn’t know where they were coming from. She grabbed the gun from the night table drawer and looked at Raven with alarm in her eyes.
“Morgana, don’t go out there! Lock the door and call True now!” he screamed at her.
She shook her head no, then mouthed, “I love you,” before she hit the remote, turning off the sound and camera. If there was someone in the house, she wasn’t going to let them know Raven was in the basement. She pushed open the bedroom door slowly and heard the alarm go silent. What the fuck was going on? Lana. She bet it was her, and Lord knew what trouble she had brought to her door.
“Lana? Is that you?” She kept her voice low in case it wasn’t.
Her older sister stood in the hallway with a boom box in her hand. She was grinning and looked very drunk.
Morgana sighed heavily, putting the gun back into the drawer and going out to the living room where Lana was sprawled out on the couch. “Lana, what the hell is wrong with you? I heard gunshots! Why the hell do you have a boom box?” Morgana wasn’t in the least amused.
“I got a CD with gunshots and I decided it was a good way to fuck with Raven. I thought that was what you’re doing.” Lana frowned at her. “Don’t you dare tell me that you’ve let him out of that cell.”
Morgana stood with her hand over her stomach and gave her sister a piercing glare. “No, he’s there, but I don’t think this was called for. I could have shot you. You scared the shit out of me! Now I have to call the security company and make sure the cops aren’t on their way here.”
She was furious. Raven must be going nuts in the cell, worrying. She went to the phone and dialed the company to let them know that it was just a false alarm. How Lana in her drunken state had remembered the passcode was a fucking miracle.
Lana was passed out on the couch by the time Morgana returned, so she shook her awake. “I want you out of my house. I’ll call Trick to get you, but you can’t stay here. I’m so angry with you, I feel like slapping you.” She went into her sister’s purse and found her cell. After running through the contacts, she found Trick. “Trick, this is Morgana. Can you please pick up Lana? She’s here and I want her gone.”
“Sorry, Morgana, but there’s no fucking way I’m going near your crazy sister. I booted her ass out of here hours ago. You’d best call one of your brothers. I can’t deal with crazy anymore.”
With that, Trick hung up on her. She stared at her sister disgustedly. What she had just done was unforgiveable, and she was tired of cleaning up Lana’s messes. No wonder her sister couldn’t keep a man. She was as crazy as the criminals she was trying to help. That was another good reason to move; no child should have to see Lana drunk and out of control. She sighed and wondered if she left her on the couch whether she’d wake up and puke. There was no way in hell she wanted Lana here.
She got her own cell and looked at the blank TV screen. Raven would have to wait, just as she’d waited and worried
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