Page 20 of Vicious Punks
“I’d watch your back, Mr. Cass,” I whisper darkly, seeing out of the corner of my eye half the class leaning forward to hear what I’m saying.
It’s always like that. People turn away the moment I make eye contact but the moment that breaks, they try to draw closer because they can’t help themselves. We are all drawn to the dangerous side, the forbidden. I straighten to my full height and walk past him without another word.
I pull my phone out of my dress pants the moment I’m out of the classroom, away from the prying eyes. She picks up on the second ring, answering with a groan.
“Get out of the car now or he’s dead,” I threaten with a promise as I hold the phone with my shoulder to unbutton my cufflinks and roll my sleeves up my forearms in case it gets messy.
“Nicky!” Nicola whines out in a plea and then starts swearing at me which has me pulling the phone away from my ear until she calms down.
“I’m feeling generous, Nicola. Aren’t I letting Tillie stay in the car with you?” I say as calmly as I can once she stops yelling at me in Japanese.
“Evan is just going to hang out with us. Tillie… fucking! Cockmuncher! Tillie told me you're on babysitting duty anyways, I was going to head home with her and Evan,” Nicola grumbles out and her voice sounds distant as she mutters away from the phone.
“Just- don’t touch...Oh wow! Your Tattoo is gorgeous! What’s it say?”
I wonder what the hell is going on but it comes to me as I remember Tillie has a cursive script tattooed on the right side of her ribs that starts at the edge of her side boob. All her tattoos are covered by clothes, so why is she stripping in front of another man!
“Why the fuck is her shirt off?! He better not touch her!” I roar into the phone, completely losing it as jealousy eats at me.
I hang up as Nicola screams into the phone, pleading with me, but I’ve heard enough. I’m already angrily dialing someone who I know loves to get rid of bodies.
“Nicholas,” Tey answers smoothly in that raspy voice of his and I swear a shiver runs down my spine.
“Where are you? I’m. Going. To. Murder. Him,” I snarl and Tey chuckles huskily into the phone in amusement, but that won’t do. “He’s touching Tillie…” I nod my head in approval as Tey starts describing how he’s going to kill the fucker that’s touching our plaything.
“Then I’ll use a butter knife and take my time cutting off his legs, I’ll make him stay alive until I’m done. I’ll meet you at your car,” he growls, which surprises me because he’s usually laid back no matter what.
I’ve seen him slice a knife across another gang member without breaking a sweat, like he was having a cup of tea instead of painting with the dead guy’s blood on the walls. But with Tillie… we're in trouble. Tey attaches to things that aren’t good for him, and I’m worried he’s going to replace his unicorn with her.
“On my way. Be there in two,” I reply with a huff and hang up to jog out the front doors to reach the parking lot before classes let out for the day.
The fewer witnesses, the better.
Almost to my car, I spot Tey coming from the football field, no doubt from lighting a joint under the bleachers. He says that’s the quietest place to find a moment of peace. Swinging my driver side door open, I smoothly slide onto the leather seats and start the engine. It rumbles to life, making me close my eyes, and the need to escape for a while in a race has my hands twitching on the steering wheel. I’ll have to get away for a while, Lorenzo sent out a massive last minute hidden message text for anyone who wants to buy in tonight. There's a race at Santa Monica Pier where the crowd will be thick with bodies, the dark of night giving you a high that screams of danger. Jin won’t be in town for the weekend so I won’t have to watch Tillie while he’s in the house. She’ll be safe from his observing gaze and greedy hands. My sister will have someone to confide in, too, even if I don’t trust our little spy.
“Where is she? Who do we have to kill?” Tey says as soon as he hops in the car, taking out his unicorn to place it on the dashboard between us, like it’s joining our conversation.
Some might suggest he should be put in a mental hospital but I, well, find it adorable. He can look as crazy as he wants, it’s a sexy kind of crazy with that maddening grin of his that always brings out his dimples. He paralyzes me, I always feel like my breath is trapped in my chest when he’s near. Jin would rather have his son dead than one who likes men and women. I wish I could shut the voices out of my head, to be who I want to be. To grab the back of Tey’s neck and kiss his plump tempting lips so slowly, savouring every second, but I’m not there yet. Something always holds me back.
“They already left. That Evan kid was in the car with Tillie and Nicola. No one with a dick goes near my little sister. I’ll kill him.” My teeth grind together, already planning a way to get rid of Evan’s body for going near my sister and for even daring to take Tillie with him.
My property. She’s in the car with another male that I don’t approve of. I’m not jealous. It’s impossible.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Logan wants to go to the warehouse to check some merchandise before heading to the docks. I’ve got some time to hide a body, although I might have to change my clothes before heading out tonight. Blood is a pain to get out, even an on the go tide stick doesn’t work. What to do? What to do...” Tey nods his head and picks up his unicorn, placing it to his head like he’s intently listening. “Hmm, yes. I think you're right.” Tey grins wickedly and throws his arm across the space between us, his hand resting on the back of my neck.
“What is it?” I swallow roughly, holding back a groan as his finger presses on either side of my spine at my neck, staring me hard in the eyes.
“You're too tense. When was the last time you had a release?” he questions, biting his bottom lip as his blue eyes darken the longer he stares at me, he glances to my lips and slowly back to my gaze.
“Just this morning,” I rasp out, wondering why he keeps torturing me like this?
I’m only so strong before I break and say fuck it to everyone who tries to hold me back.
“What were you thinking about when you came?” His voice sounds hypnotizing, I can’t help but just blurt out the truth.
“You and Tillie. Taking her at the same time. Watching you take her slick pussy, sinking in deep as I told you to fuck her hard and good. Then when both of you were ready, I slid in right beside you so you and Tillie had no choice but to feel me.” My cock is straining against my slacks, trying to burst through at the mental image I stroked myself to this morning.
Tey looks down with a lopsided smile and leans closer, slowly, to give me plenty of time to pull away, but I don’t. I want this so bad, I can practically taste him. I can feel his hot breath between my shoulder and neck, stopping on that spot just above my collarbone. My grip on the steering wheel tightens, the sound of the leather shifting under my hands makes Tey’s eyes flicker there for a second before glancing back at me. He knows how my heart races whenever he’s close, his eyes always gaze at my neck where my pounding pulse betrays my wants and desires.
