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him.
Tama sprinted down the pavement, and jumped the fence. All he seemed to be doing lately was running and needing to go for a piss—at the fucking same time! He was sick of it.
The footpath was crammed with rubbish left out for the inorganic collection. To get a free run, he leapt over a battered couch and onto the road. He heard tyres screech and glanced over his shoulder. Ash’s Chevy had stopped for a yellow courier van. Was that Nike? Tama wasn’t going to stop to check. He was attached to his balls and wanted to keep it that way.
***
Rain beat down on Tama as he squatted behind a row of bushes. Typical bloody Auckland weather—nice one minute, crap the next.
Nike exited the walkway about fifteen metres away. Shit! It was Nike’s van he saw. How the hell did he know about Sledge’s house...?
Tama swore under his breath, “Mofuckin’ Jayden.” He was a crap mate. The amount of times he’d stuck his neck out for the bloke and got diddly squat in return, except for the occasional sly one with Leila. He massaged his nuts and winced. Fuck, he could do with some of her right now. He had a nasty case of blueballs because of bloody Juliet.
Nike stopped by a goal post. Man, he hated the prick. Tama took off his bag and pulled out his switchblade. He hoped he’d lost Ash, because he wanted to stick Nike right now. It was the perfect opportunity since the bastard was facing the other way. He shifted to the end of the bushes. Ten metres now. He flicked open his switchblade and stood up.
Ash exited the walkway. “Nike, have ya seen Tama?”
Tama ducked back down. Crap!
“I saw him head this way” Nike replied. “Why you after him?”
“He hurt Juliet...”
Tama grumbled under his breath, “I didn’t fuckin’ hurt the—”
Ash turned, and looked directly at the bush.
Tama’s breath hitched. He can’t have heard me.
Ash pulled off his sunglasses, and frowned. Decked out in black leather pants and a ripped shirt, he looked the picture of a mean motherfucker, the stylised Maori tats around his neck and left bicep finishing off the impression.
Nike also turned to look at the bush. “What is it?”
Ash slipped his sunglasses back on. “Nuthin’. Just thought I heard sumpthin’.”
Tama slowly released his breath. Even with a knife, he didn’t think he could take down Ash—and he didn’t want to either. Sledge would never forgive him. Well, Sledge would just have to set things right. It wasn’t his bloody fault their psycho sister liked him.
“Anyway, why you after the little prick?” Ash asked.
“He knifed Maia.”
“Fuck. Is she alright?”
“Yeah, she’ll be outta hospital in a coupla days.”
Tama frowned. So little Maia was fine. If he hadn’t been high as a kite on drugs, and tanked full of booze, he probably wouldn’t have stabbed her, just taken what he wanted. God, was that guilt he felt? Fuck no, push that shit down. It was done now, no use in regretting it.
Tama’s eyes widened as Ash gave Nike a handshake, which turned into a quick hug followed by a couple of back slaps. Tama grimaced. He was in bigger shit than he’d thought. He hadn’t realised Ash was tight with Nike. Nike was such a clean bastard. Why would he know a drug dealer?
Nike and Ash left down the walkway. Tama waited until they were out of sight then unzipped his jeans and took a much needed piss. Man, his balls hurt like fuckery. He needed another type of release and with Nike out he could go see Jess. He so wanted to feel his balls slapping up against her.
His phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his bag and checked the caller. “Jayden! You’ve got a fuckin’ nerve callin’ me...”
“Tama...”
He zipped up his jeans. “Leila?”
“Jayden beat me bad,” she sobbed.
Jayden wouldn’t hurt Leila, he must have heard wrong. “What?”
“He knows about us.”
“Shit! I’m coming.”
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Jayden
Jayden didn’t know whether Leila was alive or
Tama sprinted down the pavement, and jumped the fence. All he seemed to be doing lately was running and needing to go for a piss—at the fucking same time! He was sick of it.
The footpath was crammed with rubbish left out for the inorganic collection. To get a free run, he leapt over a battered couch and onto the road. He heard tyres screech and glanced over his shoulder. Ash’s Chevy had stopped for a yellow courier van. Was that Nike? Tama wasn’t going to stop to check. He was attached to his balls and wanted to keep it that way.
***
Rain beat down on Tama as he squatted behind a row of bushes. Typical bloody Auckland weather—nice one minute, crap the next.
Nike exited the walkway about fifteen metres away. Shit! It was Nike’s van he saw. How the hell did he know about Sledge’s house...?
Tama swore under his breath, “Mofuckin’ Jayden.” He was a crap mate. The amount of times he’d stuck his neck out for the bloke and got diddly squat in return, except for the occasional sly one with Leila. He massaged his nuts and winced. Fuck, he could do with some of her right now. He had a nasty case of blueballs because of bloody Juliet.
Nike stopped by a goal post. Man, he hated the prick. Tama took off his bag and pulled out his switchblade. He hoped he’d lost Ash, because he wanted to stick Nike right now. It was the perfect opportunity since the bastard was facing the other way. He shifted to the end of the bushes. Ten metres now. He flicked open his switchblade and stood up.
Ash exited the walkway. “Nike, have ya seen Tama?”
Tama ducked back down. Crap!
“I saw him head this way” Nike replied. “Why you after him?”
“He hurt Juliet...”
Tama grumbled under his breath, “I didn’t fuckin’ hurt the—”
Ash turned, and looked directly at the bush.
Tama’s breath hitched. He can’t have heard me.
Ash pulled off his sunglasses, and frowned. Decked out in black leather pants and a ripped shirt, he looked the picture of a mean motherfucker, the stylised Maori tats around his neck and left bicep finishing off the impression.
Nike also turned to look at the bush. “What is it?”
Ash slipped his sunglasses back on. “Nuthin’. Just thought I heard sumpthin’.”
Tama slowly released his breath. Even with a knife, he didn’t think he could take down Ash—and he didn’t want to either. Sledge would never forgive him. Well, Sledge would just have to set things right. It wasn’t his bloody fault their psycho sister liked him.
“Anyway, why you after the little prick?” Ash asked.
“He knifed Maia.”
“Fuck. Is she alright?”
“Yeah, she’ll be outta hospital in a coupla days.”
Tama frowned. So little Maia was fine. If he hadn’t been high as a kite on drugs, and tanked full of booze, he probably wouldn’t have stabbed her, just taken what he wanted. God, was that guilt he felt? Fuck no, push that shit down. It was done now, no use in regretting it.
Tama’s eyes widened as Ash gave Nike a handshake, which turned into a quick hug followed by a couple of back slaps. Tama grimaced. He was in bigger shit than he’d thought. He hadn’t realised Ash was tight with Nike. Nike was such a clean bastard. Why would he know a drug dealer?
Nike and Ash left down the walkway. Tama waited until they were out of sight then unzipped his jeans and took a much needed piss. Man, his balls hurt like fuckery. He needed another type of release and with Nike out he could go see Jess. He so wanted to feel his balls slapping up against her.
His phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his bag and checked the caller. “Jayden! You’ve got a fuckin’ nerve callin’ me...”
“Tama...”
He zipped up his jeans. “Leila?”
“Jayden beat me bad,” she sobbed.
Jayden wouldn’t hurt Leila, he must have heard wrong. “What?”
“He knows about us.”
“Shit! I’m coming.”
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Jayden
Jayden didn’t know whether Leila was alive or
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