He let out a sinister chuckle, “Do I get something in return?”
He wants something, like he hasn’t already taken my thoughts. The girls’ eyes were on me, waiting for me to say something. Finn looking up from the tangled mess, cocking his head, questioning what I am going to do.
“What do you want?” I ask, hoping that there is going to be some commonality with both our wants.
He lets out a deep sigh, “A lot of things. You underneath me writhing in need. Or you soaking wet aching to be touched. I could always pull out the cuffs, or a belt.” Heat rushes to my cheeks.
“Keola.” I say, trying to hide how turned on and flustered I am.
“I like that sound.” I can hear his smirk through the phone.
“Keola, the favor.”
“Always straight to the point,” he sighs.
“If I send you an address, could you see if someone is home?” I can’t afford to leave the department, at least on whim.
“Sure.” He says, instantly.
“That’s it?” Why am I questioning? He said yes.
“Send me the address.” He commands.
I fumble to my messages, sending him the address before he changes his mind or continues to paint my cheeks apple red.
“I’ll be back after,” He’s planning to come over here.I’m not ready for round 2.
“That’s okay. You can just text me.” I rushed before he could hang up.
“I’ll see you soon, angel.” The phone clicked.Fuck.
“What did he say?” Finn chimes in.
“He’s just going to see if he’s home.” I say, comforting his concern.
Layla nods at me, ushering Amelia out the door. I glance over at Finn, his hands start to fiddle with the lights again. Never in my life did I think he would have to be exposed to the harsher reality of this situation.
Between the students missing or attempted drug busts at schools, his school whispering about what is happening, and now one of his favorite people possibly missing, I wouldn’t blame him for having a lot on his mind. I move towards the couch, plopping down.
“Mon petit bébé.” I say softly.
He may be growing, but he’s my little boy.
“Lottie, you don’t think he’s a part of that gang? I mean he wouldn’t do that.” There’s a crack in his voice.
“No kiddo. I don’t think so. But we protect and look after our own. Our family.” I try to encourage him. Cedric wouldn’t do anything hasty and he’s worked so hard to leave that behind.
“You know that Keola is part of a gang.”
Damn it, I was hoping it wouldn’t have to explain this.
“Um, well kind of. But not really. It’s more of a club.” I’m even trying to convince myself.
“Aren’t they the same thing?” Now Finn has me questioning myself, who am I speaking with, putting some trust into.
“I guess they are. But you remember how I said sometimes we have to trust things that we aren’t always sure about? Well, Tessa trusts the group and therefore, she trusts Keola.” I’m still convincing myself that I can trust him.
“So, they aren’t bad people but they aren’t overly good?” He raises his question. I nod my head.
