Page 46 of Vapor

Her denim shorts are frayed and sit low on her hips, showcasing long, toned legs that end in a pair of worn, lace-up boots.

Her blonde hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders, framing a face that is striking and expressive, with deep, captivating green eyes accentuated by a touch of eyeliner.

Even though she’s definitely not my type, I can see why Tank’s obsessed with her. Still, they need to stop fucking or sucking during work hours.

“I need to talk to Tank,” I tell her in a tone that implies she needs to get the fuck out.

“I’ll go get us some drinks.” She gives Tank a long, tongue-filled kiss before smirking at me and leaving.

“She’s only been here like five minutes. I swear,” Tank says, getting to his feet.

“Is my bike done?”

“Yeah, Pres. First off, I replaced the old spark plugs since they were pretty worn out. Then I cleaned and tuned the carburetor to make sure you’re getting the right mix of fuel and air. Swapped out the air filter for a high-performance one. The brakes needed some attention, so I installed new brake pads and bled the lines to ensure smooth stopping. Finally, I adjusted the chain tension and lubed it up for a smoother ride. She’s purring like a kitten now, ready to hit the road.” He grins, knowing I’ll forgive the Vicki thing because he’s got my bike running great.

The kid’s not stupid. He knows where my priorities lay. I really don’t give a fuck if he’s railing Vicki during business hours as long as he gets his shit done on time.

“I just talked to Broussard,” I say.“The drop’s set for tonight. I want you there a few hours early to scope shit out. Bones and I will be meeting Broussard at midnight.”

“Where?”

“Lafayette Cemetery No. 1.”

“Uh… So, you want me to make sure it’s just ghosts, and nobody else is lurking around?” He grimaces.

“There aren’t any fucking ghosts there,” I tell him, shaking my head.“What are you, three?”

“Nah, man, I don’t like cemeteries.” He shivers.

“Why not?” I ask, wondering if it has something to do with whatever happened to him before we met. I know he’s got some dark shit in his past, but he’s never revealed the details.

“I’ll be there.” He meets my gaze, but I can still see a hint of fear in his eyes. It has nothing to do with Broussard and everything to do with the drop location. I want to ask him what that’s all about, but I don’t have time to play shrink.

“If anything looks off, text me. I’ll have it on vibrate.”

“Will do, Pres.”

“I’m counting on you. I’ve got total faith in you, otherwise I wouldn’t have let you be patched in.”

“Thanks, man.” Tank grins and slaps my shoulder.

Vicki’s six-inch fuck-me heels click on the concrete floor in the garage, signaling her return. She stops outside the office door.“You guys done yet?”

“Yeah,” Tank calls.

She opens the door and hands her man a dripping bottle of Ghost in the Machine, a local beer. My mouth waters. I could use one myself.

“Got extra in case you wanted a drink.” She winks at me before pulling a second bottle out of the four pack, handing it to me.

The wink isn’t flirtatious, it’s more like she’s trying to let me know she’s paying attention to what I enjoy, too. She knows who’s in charge and must realize that a little symbolic ass kissing can go a long way. Smart chick. I like her for Tank.

We pop the tops off the beers while Vicki sets the remaining bottles on the desk. I take a deep swig before wiping my mouth.“Good shit.”

“It’s his favorite,” Vicki says, smiling at Tank.

They look like teenagers in love even though they’re both in their early twenties. It’s kind of cute, in a girly way. As much as I want to hang out just to cock block him for a bit, I’ve got shit to do before I meet with Broussard.

“Don’t get cum on the chair,” I call over my shoulder as I leave the office.

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