Page 2 of Snagged By Hook

Hook backed in quickly, maneuvered the car to a better angle, pulled forward a little, and backed up to maneuver the car again. One final time, he lifted the car and pulled off.

The second Hook felt the back tires of the car transition from concrete to asphalt, he slapped the timer but couldn’t look at his time as he was focused on the road.

“What’s my time?”

“Eighty-two, but you took out a light.”

Hook looked in the rearview. “Look again, fuck face. Still standing, just a little cockeyed.” Hook held out his hand.

Squatch turned in his seat and cursed.

“Damn it.” He pulled the money from his wallet and slapped it into Hook’s waiting palm.

Hook lifted the wad of bills in salute before shoving them in his front pocket. “First beer is on me tonight.”

“It doesn’t count when it’s our own bar, asshole. We drink for free every night.”

“Not tonight. We got that chick band from Vegas playing. Dale doesn’t let us slide when there’s a live act, he refuses to cut into the band’s take.”

“Fuck yeah, Vengynce. Have you seen their drummer? She is smoking hot and a healthy six feet if she’s an inch. Maybe she’ll have a ‘Bigfoot’ sighting she can tell the women of Sin City about.” He air-quoted Bigfoot, then cupped his crotch.

“She’s not with them full-time anymore. Decided to devote time to her club. But I’ll be sure to ask her ol’ man what he thinks about cryptids next time I see him.”

“No shit? She’s a Shadow Angel?”

“Yeah. Kept it pretty quiet until she left the band. Most people didn’t have a clue. And get this, her ol’ man…ex-cop.”

“The fuck you say? They do it different out there in Vegas, don’t they?”

“You can say that again.”

It was silent for a few moments before Squatch piped up.

“How the hell do you know so much about Vengynce?”

Hook just laughed. “If I tell you that now, then I won’t get to enjoy your annoyance at not knowing everything.”

It was a little mean because Squatch was definitely the cat in the curiosity saying. He hated not knowing something. Not to mention, he was the self-proclaimed trivia king. He knew the most obscure facts known to man. Hook planned to enjoy his trivia superiority for as long as possible.

Hook chanced a glance at his passenger, and he was furiously tapping his phone. Probably Googling everything and anything about the band.

The rest of the ride back to the salvage yard was quiet except for the sounds from Squatch’s phone as he continued his quest for information.

Getting the car dropped and settled didn’t take long. It was waiting for the rightful owner to come collect it that put him behind schedule. Since it wasn’t an official repo, there was less paperwork, so time averaged out in the end.

As soon as the owner made it through the gate with her car, Hook sprinted upstairs to get ready for their night out. He was back down in no time.

“Hey big guy, you are looking foooooiiiiine,” Devin drawled exaggeratedly as Hook came down the stairs in black jeans and a Henley, slipping his arms through his cut. Devin never failed to make him smile. She was all sunshine and rainbows. Pretty much like his prez, but with tits, although she looked more like her brother with tits, and that was worse.

That thought made him shudder.

“Note to self, bleach brain,” he mumbled.

“Well, you’re not too shabby yourself, darlin’. Your brother’s gonna be busy kicking ass all night with you looking like that.” He opened his arms, and she ran into them with such forcehe had to brace for impact. Hook had her feet dangling above the ground and swinging her back and forth when Croon came downstairs with Gwen on his arm and a scowl on his face.

“Better put me down, you sexy beast, or I’m going to have to field a million questions about your oh-so-perfect cock.” As Devin spoke teasingly, Croon growled, and she turned her head and stuck her tongue out at her brother. When Hook set her down, she spread her hands apart and mouthed in Croon’s direction, it’s massive.

Shaking his head at her antics, Croon headed for the door.

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