12
VEX
Someone needsto chop off my cock before I sleep with Carmen. Again.
It’s not even been ten minutes, and already it’s dying to plunge back inside of her.
This is dangerous.
Time to fix myself up with a beer to feel more like myself again.
“There were some strange noises coming from one of the back rooms a few minutes ago,” laughs Lucia as she serves me. “I don’t suppose that has anything to do with you, Skipper, and Carter? You seem to be sneaking away a lot recently with an outsider.”
An outsider.I’m glad she’s reminding me of that fact.
Lucia watches my face. “You’re afraid. I was an outsider too, once upon a time. Now look at me.”
Lucia is one of the lucky exceptions who happened to find the loves of her lives amidst a crisis that involved a stalker ex.
Things might be smooth sailing for the time being with Ash, Ryder, and Saint, but the future is never promised.
Also, how can they be so sure that their “love” is going to last forever? Forever is a fantasy. It’s impossible for something to last forever when death is the only constant in this world.
I thank Lucia and take my drink, heading over to the table to find Carter and Skipper questioning their lives in silence.
It looks like I’m gonna have to be the one to break the silence.
“Ours?” Even repeating the word slices me open. “Why the fuck did you have to go and say that?”
Skipper brings his attention to me in his own time. “Don’t blame a man for saying something in the heat of the moment.”
“I am going to blame him, especially when Carmen is anything butours.”
Carter quietly listens in on the conversation, netting his hands together.
“We need to find out who was driving the black car,” I continue. “So we can say goodbye to Carmen and continue on with our lives.”
Skipper studies me like my face is a complicated textbook. “What’s the hurry?”
“The hurry is that Carmen was supposed to be a one-time thing.”
The staring continues. “So?”
“So, we need to get rid of her.”
That finally gets Carter’s attention. The pained look across his face is more prominent than before.
I don’t get the time to question why he looks like he wants to off himself. Carmen is already on her way toward us, maneuvering through dense crowds like it’s an emergency.
“Please. Get me home. Now.”
“That’s no way to ask someone for a lift,” I say.
She throws me her best pissed off look. “Okay. Pretty please give me a lift,please.”
“You know that’s not possible until we’ve taken care of the black car.”
“The black car is probably upside down in a ditch miles away from here, the driver bleeding out as we speak, in critical condition. That’s what normally happens when you off-road at two hundred miles an hour.”
