Because I know the second I see that motherfucker, I’m going to strangle him. My hands already tingle with the need to see him crumple to the floor and never get back up.
It’s a good thing Asher’s coming with me. I don’t know if I fully trust myself around Mickey. Not that he doesn’t deserve whatever’s coming to him.
Asher and I leave, locking the door behind us. I’m not taking any chances with her safety. We already talked last night that she’s not leaving until we get home. It makes for a long day at theapartment–something she complained about non-fucking-stop last night, but when I explained how I would be going crazy out of my mind with worry if she left and I didn’t have any way to reach her…
Roxie reluctantly promised to stay put today, but only after an order and a grip of her throat. Her little,‘okay, Daddy’echoes in my mind and I have to immediately shut down any other train of thought because I cannot get a chubby while inviting Asher onto the back of my bike.
We walk outside where the sun is just barely beginning to rise and I take a deep breath of the morning air. It’s fucking nice before the sun rises and makes the Arizona heat unbearable. The birds are chirping, the sun is rising, the fog is starting to recede.
Now it’s time to go fuck someone up.
I take another long pull of my energy drink, draining it and crushing the can before tossing it into our dumpster, and pulling the keys out.
“Oh fuck, no,” Asher groans, stopping in his tracks.
“What?”
“I didn’t realize that coming to help you meant that I’d have to be your freaking backpack.” Asher throws a hand out at the back of my bike and I look at the backseat and then look at him, keys in my hand and a tight smirk on my face.
“Don’t get any ideas, man. I’m taken.”
“Trust me, fucker. You’re not my type,” Asher says and rolls his eyes.
I laugh and climb onto the bike, turning the ignition and slipping my helmet on. Asher shakes his head, looking at me, and I mime blowing him a kiss before tapping the backseat.
Asher laughs and puts his helmet on, throwing his leg over dramatically before he wraps his arms around my waist.
“Alright, let’s get this over with.”
I laugh loudly, the sound being muffled in the mask and rev the engine before peeling out from the front of the apartment.
CHAPTER 17
Once we gotonto the highway it wasn’t quite so bad. Going through the town… I may have jolted once or twice.
Asher also kidney punched me the second time because his whole body slammed into mine and it probably looked like he was humping me.
I laughed, he didn’t.
The four hour ride was long as hell, but on the bike, it was freeing at the same time. Because I didn’t have music and I couldn’t talk to Asher, I was alone with my thoughts. And all of my thoughts were on the hell I was bringing to Mickey’s doorstep.
I’d put the directions in my phone and was–very precariously, I might add–watching the GPS from where my phone was duck-taped under the small protective glass covering. I’ll have to get a phone mount at some point.
I slow down and lean as I turn onto the street where that asshole lives. My hands tighten on the handlebars as I feel the anger coursing through my views turns into adrenaline. I downshift to slow down, slowing down until we arrive.
Pulling to a stop right in front of the house, I kill the engine and kick the stand down after Asher jumps off. We pull off our helmets at the same time and he groans.
“My fucking god, man. I’m going to be sore for days,” he says as he stretches out his back like an old man before setting the helmet down on the bike. “Riding on the back is harder than I thought it’d be.”
“All you had to do was hang on,” I say as I roll my eyes and set my helmet down on my seat.
“Yeah, and I couldn’t stretch out or sit up or anything. For four hours.” He holds up his fingers in my face as if I wasn’t there right with him, enduring the same discomfort.
“Ridiculous,” I mutter under my breath in Spanish. “Come on, let's go handle this.”
“What are you going to say?”
“I’m going togentlyask that he let’s us the fuck inside and points me in the direction of her things before Inot-so-gentlysend him to the ER.”
