Page 92 of Jett

“Let’s hope this apartment guy is cute. Maybe he’ll invite you for a sleepover.” Kimba winks as she waves us off.

I follow Kick out onto the street and unlock my car as he slides on his motorbike. “So, I’ll just follow you?”

“Why don’t I just drive you myself? I gotta come back for Indie anyway.”

“I’m wearing a skirt. I wasn’t planning on a ride today.”

Kick smirks. “Didn’t Indie teach you anything? Always be prepared for a ride.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m going to freeze.”

“You got those pussy jailers on. You’ll be fine.” Kick shrugs.

An awkward laugh bubbles up my throat. “Pussy jailers?”

“Yeah, your leg things.”

“Tights?”

“Yep, fuckin’ hate that shit, now get on the fuckin’ bike, Raine. I promise not to kill you, get you blown up, or cause you to break your arm.”

“You’re an arse, you know that, right?”

“Yep.” He hands me Indie’s helmet and I put it on, clasping the buckle under my chin and lowering the visor.

The drive is longer than I assumed it would be, but true to his word, Kick doesn’t do anything to get me blown up or killed, so I can’t really complain. When he pulls up in front of several tall buildings in Waterloo, I slide off the bike and remove my helmet, glancing at the tiny balconettes. “I thought you said it was in walking distance of Death Before Decaf?”

Kick scowls. “Pfft, who fuckin’ walks these days?”

“Me, when I’m trying to conserve money on fuel. Not all of us have infinite wealth from our nefarious dealings.”

“Well, if you married Prez you’d want for nothin’.”

I sigh as I smooth my hair down. “Please don’t start.”

Kick shrugs and glances at the keys in his hand. “What? Just stating the facts. You wanna see this place, or are we just gonna stand here all night and talk about boyfriends while we braid each other’s hair?”

I pull my gaze from the building to the biker in front of me. “Lead the way, but I can’t promise I’ll stick around if you keep pushing this Jett thing.”

“I promise I won’t say another word. Biker’s honour.”

I scoff. “Well that’s reassuring. Let’s just get this over with.”

“As you wish, milady.”

I smirk and follow him into the building. We take the elevator to the fifth floor and Kick leads me to an apartment at the end of the dank hall. I wrinkle my nose at the musty smell. Tiny moths swarm the light fixture of the overhead fluorescent and the bulb blinks on and off. Unease prickles down my spine.Why would Kick suggest this place? Surely it can’t be safer than Kimba’s?

He fiddles with the keys, jimmying the lock before finally prying open the door. The apartment beyond is furnished, and a lot cleaner than the rest of the building from what I can make out.

“After you.” Kick gestures for me to go first and I step into the foyer. He eases my bag from my shoulder, and I cant my head to look at him.

Oh no.

No, no, no.

The address? The empty apartment, and Kick’s haste in which to show it to me? It doesn’t belong to a friend.

This is one of Jett’s rental properties.

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