“Well, you can't live here.”
Rage gives me one of his glares, you know, the ones that make you pee your pants.
“I'm old, I need something quiet, like this place of yours.”
That's weird, Rage needs silence?
“You know you sound like a dude who’s about to rob the shit out of me, right?”
“Yeah, where are the keys?”
I laugh.
“Why are you still living in the club? Move out, man.”
He just shakes his head, ending the topic.
“Did you hear something from them?” he asks, pretending this matter is not as interested as the tool in his hand.
A few days ago I had to cut him off. Why? to help him, the obsession with Sarah wasn’t getting any better and I’m a good fucking friend.
“I have to pick them up tomorrow morning.”
Rage look towards the direction where my car is and raises an eyebrow. “You're gonna go looking for them with that shit?”
That shit?! It's a goddamn Audi R8!
…
Oh!
Oh! Fuck!
I close my eyes for a moment, and I press my lips. I need to keep my mouth shut because I realize what he means.
Why didn't think of that?!
“No, of course not!” Fuck, I sound like a teenager in denial.
Rage has a half-smile on his stupid face. “So?”
“Damn it! Rage! I have to rent a car!”
He swings his Jeep keys.
“I want it full tank or I'll cut your balls off.”
His Jeep Sahara is black as night. Only he can pull off that teen ass car and have the worst reputation in town. He once told me that nobody will suspects of a car like that.
Damn.
“Is this an extortion because you want to come with me?” I snatch the keys out of his hand.
“No,” He lies to my face, “but I do want a beer.”
He invites himself and walks past me into the kitchen.
What a fucking prick.
