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I’m not. But I’m in a good mood.” Ford let out another puff of smoke and leaned his hip against the car. “And I owe you for making sure Cort looks good in front of the judge.” His eyes looked a bit glazed, almost like he was high. Tyler was pretty sure he didn’t do drugs anymore. But Ford wasn’t acting like the responsible businessman he’d been for a while. It got worse as he kept talking. “I’m not fucking blind, Scott. I’ve seen the way Raif looks at Zac h. And I saw him looking at Cort tonight. Whatever you’re doing, I’m in.”
“We’re stealing his car,” Scott said. And he wasn’t drunk, so if he was willing to do it, Tyler was in too.
“Oh yeah, and how were you gonna do it without me?” Ford smirked at the silence from all three of them. He pressed his hand against the window and it slid down a few inches. “Thought so. Well, these old cars aren’t hard. I’d tell you where to go if it was one of the asshole’s new ones. See if you can get your arm in there, Tyler.”
Tyler stepped forward and slid his forearm into the opening. Got stuck at the elbow. “Can you get it down any more?”
“Sure.” Ford took a folded knife out of his pocket. Jabbed the solid metal into the window, shattering it. He didn’t seem to notice Tyler gaping at him when he unlocked and opened the door. His voice was muffled as he slid into the car and ducked his head under the steering wheel. “And Scott?”
“Uh, yeah?” Scott folded his arms over his chest, then unfolded them to grab Luke who tripped sideways.
Fiddling with some wires, Ford got the car started. He got out and punched Scott’s shoulder. “We’re even.”
After Ford went back inside, Tyler stood beside Scott, exchanging glances with Luke, really wishing he could have another drink. This was crazy. Reckless. He wanted to do it, but he didn’t want Luke and Scott getting in trouble.
But he didn’t think anyone would get in trouble. Raif was cool—well, most of the time anyway. They’d pay for the window and everything would be all right.
“We doing this?” Scott threw the front seat forward and shoved Luke into the back. “I gotta get him home, but if you’re not okay with this, Tyler—”
“This was my idea too, Scott. No way you’re taking all the credit.” Tyler went around the car and got in the passenger side after Scott unlocked the door. This was crazy. But right now, it made sense. He was pissed off and he had to do something. And this was it. “Let’s go!”
I need discipline, Raif? Well, ya may be right. Tyler rolled the window down all the way, howling into the night as Scott sped down the street. But you’re gonna wish you were wrong.
Chapter Three
R aif stood outside the medical scene room for a long time, debating whether or not he should go in. The blinds weren’t fully closed, so he could see that Chicklet was giving her sub Laura aftercare. He didn’t even consider going in until Chicklet slid her sub off her lap and onto the blanket spread out on the floor. Laura leaned against the wall with a smile on her lips and a bottle of sweet tea in her hand.
When Chicklet began cleanup, Raif knocked softly at the door.
“Come in.” Chicklet dropped a disinfectant cloth in the metal bin by the counter and glanced over at him. “Zovko. What can I do you for?”
Smiling, Raif stepped into the room, but not too far. He simply wanted to share some information, not impose his presence. “Your sub went into the main area of the club looking to be punished. He did manage to get Callahan to consider, but I stepped in. I can’t say I understand why you would have chosen to—”
“Really?” Chicklet placed her hands on her leather-clad hips, a sly half-smile on her lips. “You’re not here to lecture me, Zovko. You’re either here because you want to play with him again, or because you want to see how I’ll thank you for handling him.”
“You’re not curious as to why Tyler is not
“We’re stealing his car,” Scott said. And he wasn’t drunk, so if he was willing to do it, Tyler was in too.
“Oh yeah, and how were you gonna do it without me?” Ford smirked at the silence from all three of them. He pressed his hand against the window and it slid down a few inches. “Thought so. Well, these old cars aren’t hard. I’d tell you where to go if it was one of the asshole’s new ones. See if you can get your arm in there, Tyler.”
Tyler stepped forward and slid his forearm into the opening. Got stuck at the elbow. “Can you get it down any more?”
“Sure.” Ford took a folded knife out of his pocket. Jabbed the solid metal into the window, shattering it. He didn’t seem to notice Tyler gaping at him when he unlocked and opened the door. His voice was muffled as he slid into the car and ducked his head under the steering wheel. “And Scott?”
“Uh, yeah?” Scott folded his arms over his chest, then unfolded them to grab Luke who tripped sideways.
Fiddling with some wires, Ford got the car started. He got out and punched Scott’s shoulder. “We’re even.”
After Ford went back inside, Tyler stood beside Scott, exchanging glances with Luke, really wishing he could have another drink. This was crazy. Reckless. He wanted to do it, but he didn’t want Luke and Scott getting in trouble.
But he didn’t think anyone would get in trouble. Raif was cool—well, most of the time anyway. They’d pay for the window and everything would be all right.
“We doing this?” Scott threw the front seat forward and shoved Luke into the back. “I gotta get him home, but if you’re not okay with this, Tyler—”
“This was my idea too, Scott. No way you’re taking all the credit.” Tyler went around the car and got in the passenger side after Scott unlocked the door. This was crazy. But right now, it made sense. He was pissed off and he had to do something. And this was it. “Let’s go!”
I need discipline, Raif? Well, ya may be right. Tyler rolled the window down all the way, howling into the night as Scott sped down the street. But you’re gonna wish you were wrong.
Chapter Three
R aif stood outside the medical scene room for a long time, debating whether or not he should go in. The blinds weren’t fully closed, so he could see that Chicklet was giving her sub Laura aftercare. He didn’t even consider going in until Chicklet slid her sub off her lap and onto the blanket spread out on the floor. Laura leaned against the wall with a smile on her lips and a bottle of sweet tea in her hand.
When Chicklet began cleanup, Raif knocked softly at the door.
“Come in.” Chicklet dropped a disinfectant cloth in the metal bin by the counter and glanced over at him. “Zovko. What can I do you for?”
Smiling, Raif stepped into the room, but not too far. He simply wanted to share some information, not impose his presence. “Your sub went into the main area of the club looking to be punished. He did manage to get Callahan to consider, but I stepped in. I can’t say I understand why you would have chosen to—”
“Really?” Chicklet placed her hands on her leather-clad hips, a sly half-smile on her lips. “You’re not here to lecture me, Zovko. You’re either here because you want to play with him again, or because you want to see how I’ll thank you for handling him.”
“You’re not curious as to why Tyler is not
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