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time. ¡°Tank has a plan.¡±
¡°Yeah, he does. Wait until it¡¯s too late and we¡¯re either behind bars or dead.¡±
Inhaling through my nose, I turned my eyes to Archer talking to a brunette in the
distance. Archer was leaning close in, but she was staring at her cell phone.
¡°You know I'm right,¡± Ripper said. ¡°And you¡¯re the VP. Wrench, you¡¯re the only one
who can do something.¡±
I was just about to reject him again. I couldn¡¯t go against Tank, not after my subpar
performance. However, I was interrupted by Archer strolling up to me, knocking my
shoulder with his knuckles. ¡°Wrench, this fox has a friend coming and she¡¯s playin¡¯ hot
and cold,¡± he said. ¡°Flirt up her friend for me, come on.¡±
Anytime I heard Archer¡¯s voice, my blood boiled. Two-faced slimy¡ª, I thought, but
Archer knocked my shoulder again. ¡°She¡¯s a babe, man. Reminds me of that sweet,
innocent baker on main street¡ Fuck, I wanna take a rolling pin and smack that firm ass
of hers¡¡±
Rolling my eyes at his outward daydreaming, I tried not to sound hostile when I
grunted. ¡°Not interested.¡±
¡°What? Come on, man,¡± he said. ¡°You know I¡¯d do the same for you.¡±
My face remained straight as I looked into his blue eyes that I wanted to turn black
with my fist. ¡°Not in the mood, Archer.¡±
¡°Why?¡± he said. ¡°Not like you¡¯re seeing anyone, right?¡±
I clenched my jaw as his lips twitched upward, egging me on. Searching his eyes, I
could tell he thought he was pulling a fast one on me. The squirmy little prick I called my
friend was manipulating my life. I wanted to make him swallow his own teeth for
threatening Samantha. But I couldn¡¯t, not without him knowing.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I felt the different pulse I set to a customized
alert for Samantha, in case she ever went against her promise not to call me. Thank God I
had a sneaking feeling no girl could keep that promise, even if they were as amazing as
Samantha. Ignoring it, I said to Archer, ¡°Actually, I¡¯m gonna go over to someone¡¯s house
soon. Girl with a nice ass I met at a liquor store.¡±
¡°Oh-ho, a stud,¡± he said, pulling up a seat at the table. As soon as my phone stopped
