Page 65 of Easy Steal

“Samuel,” I moaned against his cheek.

“Again” he panted.

I pulled his face closer to mine, so I could whisper his name in his ear.

Instead, his name came from another mouth.

“Samuel!?” the office door opened.

Both of our heads snapped up, and we quickly pulled away from each other.

I looked over my shoulder and saw her standing there with wide eyes.

“Larissa,” Sammy said, standing and pulling up his pants.

Larissa looked between us both, the rage plain on her face, before she shook her head, slammed the door and ran out of the shop. Sammy pulled on his shirt and I covered myself. He looked at me, and then towards where Princess had ran.

I sighed and shook my head.

“It’s fine,” I said, “go.”

He smiled at me for a second, zipping up his pants before running out the door and after Larissa. I retrieved my pants from on top of the car and slipped them on, before laying back down onto the trolley, sliding myself under the car, and removing the stubborn part, easily now that the bolt was out.

I heard the boys return, and I slid out, standing up and tossing the part between each hand.

“Woah,” Zeke said, grabbing it off me, “that’s one busted ass piece of shit.”

I nodded, looking at my shoes.

“Where’d the boss-man go?” Danny asked, looking around the empty workshop.

I shrugged, “he went to lunch with Larissa.”

Zeke nodded and Danny gave me a sad smile, as if they could sense my disappointment. Danny patted me on the shoulder awkwardly on his way towards the office, and I smiled up at him, trying my best to seem unfazed.

Rome had warned me about this, but I knew that I could pull myself together.

This guy didn’t mean anything to me, really, and if anything - now I had repaid my debt to him. All we had to do was get back at these Redliners and I would be free.

I would be free to move on and forget that any of this ever happened.

It was exactly what I knew would happen, but it didn’t stop it from stinging a little.

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Chapter 16

Sammy

“Riss,” I called after her, still adjusting my pants as I ran through the parking lot. “Riss, stop.”

She stopped at the door of her car, whipping around to look at me with daggers for eyes.

“What the hell, Samuel?”

“I’m sorry, I-”

“I thought that you liked me, Sam.”

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