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Lyssa gave me that ultimatum after I told her Paul knew about us, and that I’d thought his request for me to leave her alone was right.
Marshall walked up to me and shoved me hard, but I didn’t stumble. We were both built, the same height, but I had more muscle. It would take more than a push to knock me down.
“Man, fuck you. You fucking asshole. You won’t even come to back me up?”
“Back you up? I said don’t go.” I gritted my teeth, annoyed that he wouldn’t back down.
“You think you can tell me what to do, like you call the fucking shots.” He may have been stoned, but as he spoke I saw the real him. He was pissed, understandably, and I couldn’t really refute what he was saying. I would say the same if I were in his shoes.
“I’m not you Gio.” He continued. “You have your father with his shit loads of money. I won’t have any kind of chance in my life to make money like that. You’re a fucking asshole for coming to me with this idea and thinking you can take it away.”
He backed away, toward his bike and jumped on it.
“Marshall don’t go.”
“Don’t go? How about you come with me. Fucking come with me and help me get in on an opportunity of a lifetime.” There was a little spark of hope in his eyes.
Opportunity of a lifetime, my ass. It wasn’t, but he wouldn’t see it that way.
I glanced at the clock.
It was a quarter to eight.
If I was going to Lyssa I would have to go now, ride hard, and fast.
“Marshall, just drop it man.”
He answered me with a growl and gunned his engine, speeding away so fast the tires screeched against the tarmac.
My shoulders dropped as I watched him go. I walked out to the pavement and watched until I couldn’t see him anymore.
I had to will myself not to follow. If I followed, we’d get in. We would. I knew it. I wouldn’t go somewhere like that to look bad, and I wouldn’t allow him to look bad either. I was guessing these tryouts would attract all manner of guys just like us.
My absence may throw him off, maybe not though. I knew I was a bad friend and probably a real bastard for hoping he didn’t get in, but he would be safer.
Here’s hoping that next time when we spoke he would have calmed down and we could figure things out.
As for figuring things out, I now had twelve minutes to get to the old house.
Was I going, or should I stay away?
Twelve minutes and counting …
Chapter 2
Lyssa
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Present day …
God …
My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to beat right out of my chest.
I couldn’t calm myself enough to slow down and think the way I did before I had started the day. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t focus or concentrate. I had a very long day ahead of me.
It was that week too. The last week in the month where I had to struggle to hit my target and make sure I had the money needed to pay all the bills.
