Page 40 of Crash and Burn
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you before you get it through that thick fucking skull of yours. I do not want your dumb ass,” I growl out, tightening my grip.
“I-I’m sorry, Rascal. I-I’ll stop trying. I promise,” Trix stutters out.
I throw her ass to the ground and walk to the bar, grabbing a bottle of Jack and a glass, before heading to the pool tables with Raze, Shade and Sketch. I walk up to them laughing.
“What’s so fucking funny?”
“Some of these bunnies are relentless,” Raze says.
“It’s annoying as shit.” I pour some whiskey into my glass.
“I’ll take some of that.” Shade passes me his glass and I fill it up.
“Whatever is going on with you and Marley must be serious if you’re threatening Trix,” Sketch states.
“I wouldn’t say all that. Trix has been a pain in my fucking ass lately,” I state.
“Right,” he draws out, grinning.
I flip him off, sipping my whiskey. “Y’all are assholes.”
“And you’re smitten,” Sketch says and the three of them laugh.
“Fuck each and every one of y’all.” I turn to Raze. “And you, you started all of this.”
“What the hell did I do?” Raze’s eyes are full of humor.
“You had to go and fall in love with the Prez’s daughter. You cursed us all with this love sick bullshit,” I tell him.
“Are you saying youloveMarley?” Shade lifts his eyebrows.
My eyes go wide. “What? No, nope,hellno.”
They all laugh again. I slump into a chair, letting out a sigh.
“Holy shit, you are,” Sketch says.
“I swear the women around here do some kind of witchcraft,” Shade deadpans. “That’s probably what they’re doing at Minx’s right now.”
“You’re a fucking idiot.” I laugh.
“Alright, enough of this shit. Let’s play some pool,” Raze suggests.
We get a couple of games going. Shade and Sketch playing on one table while Raze and I play on another. We play for a couple hours before we decide to go outside for a bonfire. As I open the front door, my ears are assaulted by a deafening sound.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
“Gunshots,” I shout. We all run outside to where the source of the sound came from. The front gate. It’s dark out with not many lights around, but as soon as I come up to the booth where Chains should be, I instantly know something is wrong.
“Chains,” I call out. The window is shot out. I yank the door open and Chains’s body falls out. “Oh, shit!”
“What is . . . fuck!” Raze says. “What’s on his chest?”
I crouch down next to his body. A folded piece of paper sits on his chest. Picking it up, I open it.
Give us back the girl or death will come to you all.
“What the fuck is this shit,” Raze asks.
