Don’t get carried away, Katie. You know exactly where that would be headed.
I saw another vehicle pull up to the gas station and hurried back inside the store, aware that I still had to keep the convenience store open for another hour or so. For all of about the three minutes or so the customer was at the pump. As soon as he left, my mind went back to figuring out how I could see him again. How I could get him in a situation where he didn’t have an easy escape, but also didn’t feel so pressured and filled with anger.
I got on the group chat with Tara and Elizabeth and smiled where I saw the conversation had left off—the next Black Reapers party.
And wouldn’t you know it, the next one was scheduled for the upcoming weekend.
“If you’re going to go, be ready to go hard,” Tara had written. “Supposed to be the last party for a while. They’re anticipating things getting ugly with the Bandits, and they don’t want to do anything that puts women or recruits at risk.”
So that’s what it comes down to, huh? One party. One chance.
“I’m in,” I wrote.
I put the phone down and went back to reviewing evening shift applications, but the phone buzzed less than a minute later.
“Actually, it’s invite only,” Tara wrote with a sad face emoji.
But she had to have known me better than that. When I wanted something, I made it happen. Some called it spoiled, but was it really spoiled when I did whatever I had to in order to get it instead of just having it handed to me?
“So invite me!” I wrote back.
I knew it would take more work than that. I knew Tara would need to work her magic with Brock and get a few other things set up.
But like I said, when I wanted something, I usually worked to make it happen.
And right now, I wanted to know just what was going on in Connor’s head and why he had acted the way he did.
