“Medium was the only size left at the store.” Josh shrugs his shoulders.
“Where are Aiden and Robbie?”Josh gives his boys dap.
“They had to deal with some family shit,” Trevor answers.
Vineyard Baptist Church is displayed on the side of the van.
“Nice touch, stealing a van from a church.” I laugh.
“I thought so,” Josh replies.
Danny jumps out of the van, then comes barreling towards me. “Why the fuck is he here, Josh?”
My hands form fists, ready to break this fucker’s face if he gets in my personal space.
“Here we go.” Dex sighs.
“Stop this shit. The last time got way out of control, and Cin got hurt really bad,” Zeke says.
“Well, Cin isn’t here now.” Danny steps forward.
Josh places his hand on Danny’s chest, stopping him. “Zeke’s right. You need to calm down. A fight could draw unwanted attention to us. That’s something we don’t need with a stolen van in our possession.”
“Just keep him the hell away from me.” Danny storms back into the van.
Josh passes out gloves to the rest of the group.
“It’s showtime.” Dex slides open the van door, climbing in.
Josh gets in the front passenger seat while the rest of us file into the back. I sit in the second row.
Zeke tosses something in my lap. “What’s this?”
“It’s your disguise, Mr. President.” Dexter looks back, with a cheeky grin.
I pick up the unknown item to inspect it. It’s a Bill Clinton mask. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“You’ll wear it if you don’t want to be identifiable in a police lineup.” Dex looks back, sporting a George W. Bush mask.
“We don’t need you ratting us out if you get caught,” Danny adds.
“I’m not a rat. You guys act as if joyriding in a stolen car is a federal offense,” I retort.
“It’s who the car belongs to that would get us into a heap of trouble if we’re caught,” Josh says.
“And just whose car will we be joyriding in?” I’m tired of the dramatics.
Danny turns into the parking lot of Judy’s, where I had the immense pleasure of kicking his ass for the first time. He comes to a stop beside a blue Subaru.
“Deputy These Nuts. He’s a cocky motherfucker who’s always on our fucking backs, so it’s time to teach him a lesson,” Josh answers.
“So we’re going to steal a cop’s truck?”
“Stealing is such a harsh word. I prefer the term borrowing,” Trevor says.
Maybe these guys aren’t such pussies after all. It takes brass balls to do the reckless shit they have planned.
“We’ve been watching him for a while. He comes here every Saturday to eat dinner and flirt with the waitress. He has a major hard-on for her.” Josh grins.
