It feels like summer camp. If the camp counselors were huge, tatted Alpha-holes, the cabins were crumbling old stone structures from the seventeenth goddamn century. Stale Twinkies instead of s’mores. Shooting AKs and M-16s at the cartel instead of archery or fencing. And instead of panty raids…No, actually, that part is pretty accurate.
But the punishment for getting caught isn’t extra cleaning duty. It’s getting tortured, or fed to sharks.
Oh my God, I smell meta fanfic! It would be so perfect! Dr. Love as the nurse, Dash in his little boat… Byron getting in fights, andlotsof raw-dogging each other up against trees.
That’s it. If we make it out of here alive, I’m totally writing it.
Despite the good times rolling in my head, shit is tense right now. We have mere minutes before The Ivory’s army of cartel soldiers descends upon our little hideout, and wereallyneed Peters to mobilize the troops in the prison and get their asses to us before that happens. Otherwise, we’re literal sitting cucks.I mean ducks.
Not to mention, we have this stolen toy in our midst…
Angel Alvarez just finished telling us the story of how he knows Manuel Blanco. And yea… It’s a doozy. But I’m still crazy curious about what cameafterthat.
From all of his training, disguising, and lurking on the island for months, how did he still wind up as The Ivory’s prisoner?
There’s more to the story, that’s for sure.I’d bet my beautiful new tattoo gun Tauren bought me on it.
“Hey,” Dash whispers, creeping over to me and Lex like the little pink-haired sketchball he is. “Does that Angel kid look familiar to you guys?”
“Not really,” Lex replies quietly, his tone growing more shivery by the moment.
He’s worried, and I don’t blame him. I’m just trying to comfort him as much as possible.
Team Velle is solid. The guards have been training for months, many of them using their military or academy training. Dash was a bank robber who used to get into shootouts all the time and carried a machine gun, slung over his shoulder like a purse. Byron is a fuckin’ warrior. Felix Darcey has taken out more cartel men than the damn DEA at this point, slinking around the forest for weeks, withstanding extreme firepower with nothing more than a knife and his sheer unstoppable lunacy.
With the added manpower of the prisoners, we’ve got this on lock. I’m confident in this team. But until we start shooting, I’ll keep my hands, and lips, on my man, because I know nothing eases his anxious mind more than my neck kisses and butt squeezes.
“Actually, he does,” I tell Dash, with my fingers brushing tenderly up and down Lex’s nape. “I’ve definitely seen him before.”
“Well, we all probably have at one time or another,” Lex murmurs, distracted from his unease by this normal conversation. It’s good.Just gotta keep him talking.“He said he was in the prison for months, only, ya know… dressed like a girl.”
Dash doesn’t look appeased by this explanation, his contemplative gaze lingering on Angel, who’s a few feet away,talking to Felix and Lem. His eyes fling to us, darting away nervously when he sees Dash glaring at him.
“No, I mean I feel like I’ve seenhim, not Ari,” I tell them. “Somewhere else…”
My mind swirls over this déjà vu I’vealsobeen having since we met the stunningly enigmatic Angel Alvarez.
“I can’t put my finger on it, but I feel like I’ve… met him,” Dash’s voice trails and he gulps visibly, a palpable air of distress around him.
Frowning, I elbow Lex. When he peeks at me, I nod in Dash’s direction. Of course, he instantly notices the way Dash is chewing on his lower lip, doing his twitchy hard-blink thing.
“Hey, wanna show me how to aim that thing?” Lex says to Dash, pointing to the AK-47 in his grip. “Honestly, I can’t even hold it right.”
He chuckles lightly, to which Dash glances at him and cracks a small smile.
I release a secret breath of relief.Crisis averted.
Smiling is a reflex right now, watching them chat and laugh back and forth. They’re just so cute together.
The inseparable besties were separated for a bit, but now they’rereunited and it feels so good.
No, but for real. Just watching their friendship makes me feel extra gay. Rainbows and penises everywhere.
It’s just sosweet, and genuine. I know I used to get jealous—okay, who are we kidding? I’m still a jealous hoe.But I’m not jealous of Lex and Dash’s closeness anymore, mainly because I know IhaveLexington Deon, wholly, truly, unde-fuckin-niably. After everything we’ve been through, there’snothingin this world strong enough to tear us apart.
Plus, it’s super obvious that Lex and Dash are platonic as fuck—aside from that one makeout sesh Dash doesn’t even remember.
And now is definitely not the time to bring that shit up, so everyone better just keep their lips zipped! I’m talking mostly to myself here. My lips are just as slutty as the rest of me.
