Page 74 of Trip

“Holy Shit Cannoli!” Cameron sighed. “I told you not to put it in there!”

“It was perfectly safe!”

“Then explain that.” The little shit pointed at the hole in the ground.

“Would either of you like to tell me why I have a crater in my backyard and the backside of the clubhouse is missing?” I calmly asked as I glared at both of them.

And like I expected, both pointed their finger at each other.

“It was his idea!” they said in unison.

“MY BOOKS!” Frank screamed as he shoved his way past the firefighters, trying to get into the clubhouse.

“Now you’ve done it,” Pyro sighed, shaking his head. “He’s gonna be bitching for days.”

“Cameron Aaron Hobbs. Just what in the hell did you do now?” Skylar snapped as she charged toward her brother.

“It’s Montclair now, Sissy. M-O-N-T-C-L-A-I-R!” he enunciated, spelling out every damn letter as if she didn’t already know how to spell her own last name. “Besides, you can’t punish me anymore. Only King can.”

Scribe carefully moved the little shit behind him as I took a step forward.

“Now, King, remember you wanted him. So you can’t kill him.”

“No, but I can kill you,” I snarled. “Just what in the hell were you two doing in the greenhouse?”

“It was going to be a surprise.” Scribe gulped.

“Was not,” Cameron piped up. “He was gonna get Bailey back.”

“I KNEW IT!” my woman screeched, marching over, mad as hell. “It’s on like Donkey Kong, Bestie! Sleep with one eye open!” she threatened, pointing her own damn finger at Scribe.

Scribe turned and snapped, “You little turncoat! After everything I’ve done for you!”

“Ain’t takin’ all the blame on this one. I told you not to put it in there!”

“Put what in where?” Mike asked, standing next to me.

Cameron gulped as he looked at Mike, then back at me, before sighing as his shoulders slumped. “The Tannerite.”

“Oh my God,” Skylar gasped as several people whistled.

“And just where in the hell did you get Tannerite?” I asked.

“Can’t tell ya that, Prez. I gave my word.”

Gunner walked over and whispered to me, “There’s only one person I know who uses that shit and if I’m not mistaken, Cameron visited him not too long ago.”

Turning, I spotted Banks slowly backing up. “Get your ass over here.”

“Man,” Banks grumbled. “I was just the driver. I didn’t know shit about shit.”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I took a deep breath and said, “Tannerite won’t blow on its own. What else were you two doing in the greenhouse?”

“You might as well tell him, Scribe. We’re already grounded for life,” Cameron said, smiling up at one of the men he admired most.

“Fine,” Scribe groaned. “I was growing an assortment of dicks to give to Bailey on her birthday.”

“Yeah!” Cameron smiled up at me. “And they were growin’ good, too. Big ones, small ones, even itty-bitty ones. He even had some fancy ones. Scribe bought this real fancy fertilizer and BAAM. Dicks grew overnight! Everywhere I looked there were dicks of all shapes, sizes, and colors. It was Dickpalooza in the greenhouse!”

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