Revenge

Party time

[Short chapter, bare with me.]

——Joe's POV——

The past few days have been so bizarre that I had completely forgotten about the dinner I had been invited. Cody had reminded me Friday morning that I still had to pick out a dress, while they would be wearing a nice dress shirt that evening. Weird right? I forget something and Cody doesn't? No offense to them, but I'm pretty sure they are a very forgetful person.

Well, now, here I be. At a long mahogany dining table with some associate to my left and my date, Cody, sitting on my right. Cody uncomfortably squirmed in their seat. It was a big step for them to come to a social event when they were always so uncomfortable is large crowds of strangers. I was proud of them, but also a little concerned.

"You Okay?" I asked them.

Cody ran a shaky hand through their hair while shooting an uneasy side glance at me. "Sure." They said, the British accent in their voice wavering. "Just a little shaky."

"Maybe you should actually eat something, then we can go?" I suggested.

That seemed to calm their nerves at least a little bit. Cody nodded and settled back into their seat.

Gideon, the house of the diner had been walking a new group of associates into his dining room. He was saying something excitedly to the group, motioning to the table.

Instantly I recognized the group. It had been the infamous couple of Ollie and Angela —— whoopie —— and the one and only, Elliot trailed a small by behind the couple with his hands shoved into his pockets.

He didn't make eye-contact with anyone as he sat down at the far end of the opposite side of the table.

"Damn." Cody said under their breath. "I'm fucking starving, where the fuck is this dinner?" They questioned with annoyance in their voice. I stopped listening to them if I'm honest.

Dinner did come out eventually and that was enough to shut Cody up for at least a little while. That's when my phone dinged in my purse. I dug it out and saw that I had a text message from an unknown number.

"Hi."

Well, aren't we just a vague piece of sh—

"It's Elliot. We need to talk."

What? Elliot actually wanted to talk? The guy that refused to speak unless he was handed a fucking sticky note —— Actually wanted to talk?

"What is it?" I texted back. I looked across the room and watched as Elliot looked at his phone and typed something else in.

"It's about Jason."

I paused. What if Elliot knows about me and Jason? I knew he'd been following me around, but how the fuck does he know about Jason?

"What about him?" I typed.

Elliot stared at the screen for a moment or two with a blank expression. Then he typed—

"Just meet me after the dinner party. I have to show you something."

[Anyone ready to see the baddest bitch and his merry band of hack-rabbits? 'CAUSE I KNOW I AM.]