Remy’s eyes blazed for a moment with what looked to Bobby like anger and betrayal. Rogue didn’t answer his question about the two of them, and in the process she seemed to confirm his suspicion.
“What’s t’tell, Rogue? I did bad t’ings way back when. Did business with shady types, non? Never ran wit’ the ‘Rauders. They act like it was a big deal. Wasn’t nothin’. Ended my biz wit’ them long time ago.”
The way Remy was grinding his teeth when he said that, Bobby got the feeling that he wasn’t being honest at all. But before he could point that out, Remy redirected the discussion again.
“An’ what you mean this ain’ none of my business? I went under, we in love an’ thick as t’ieves. I wake up, you on a car trip wit’ him, an’ you act like you hate me!”
“Maybe because you’re constantly keeping things from her?” Bobby replied before Remy could go on.
“An’ you!” Remy turned his attention to Bobby. “Waited ‘til I was down for th’ count, huh? How you do it, huh? Body condoms or some shit? Ice y’self up? How you get her t’fuck you, or don’ y’think I can tell?”
Bobby glanced at Rogue, placing a calming hand on her shoulder even as he wanted her to punch him into orbit. Returning his gaze to Remy, he realized too late the Cajun’s glowing hand was touching the door handle at his side, charging it up.