Oh, he’s going to get extra pain for that.
“Yeah, you’re always happy,” one of the other Numbnuts, Paulie, adds.
I try not to grimace as he sprays me a little with crumbs when he speaks.
“I might look it, but underneath, I’m only human.” I waggle my eyebrows. “Things have been busy, you know… mapping out new routes, getting to know a new area.” I almost saycaring for the kittensbut stop myself just in time.
There is no way I’d let these three fuckfaces know about them. It sickens me to think that I might be living amongst men who would harm innocent little animals, but there are men here who would surely do that, and worse.
I lower the arm around Eddy to rest on the table, and as I’m talking about the routes we might take soon, I reach forward to gesticulate with my right hand, knocking a can of Coke over as if by accident, spilling it all over Eddy next to me.
“What the fuck?” He jumps up and starts brushing the sticky liquid from his shirt and jeans.
While he’s distracted, I swipe his phone with my left hand and push it into my pocket.
He stares at me, his eyes narrow and his jaw set tight. “I thought you said you were sorry, and then you go and do something like this.”
“It was an accident,” I say, holding my hands up. “Truthfully.”
“Yeah, right. Well, you won’t be surprised if I don’tbelieve you. You’ve had it in for us from day one. I don’t know what the fuck we did to piss you off.”
I want to talk about how they manhandled Camile and pushed her around. Rook, too. I know what I did to the kid at the hazing, but that was different. He was up for that, and it’s a rite of passage. These fuckers just like to pick on people they think they can get away with bullying. I’m not sure if all three of them are spiteful or if their lack of intelligence means they don’t have as much empathy as most.
I try to plaster on a contrite expression. “I did come over to say sorry, and this was an accident. Listen.” I reach into my right-hand pocket, not the one with the phone, and pull my wallet out. I remove a handful of bills and pass them to him. “Why don’t you go into town and… I don’t know, get a massage.” I waggle my eyebrows at him. “One with a happy ending.”
There’s a massage parlor about fifteen minutes’ ride from here, and some of the club members frequent it. That kind of thing is not for me, but I bet it will be the Numbnuts’ idea of heaven. The place is open all hours.
“I heard that barmaid works there a few days a week,” I lie. “For extra cash. Maybe you can get her to flash you and sort out your argument.”
“Definitely fake,” Duke says instantly.
“Real,” Paulie replies. “You can tell by their heft.”
Heft? Who says that in relation to tits?
Eddy is ignoring them, focused instead on the wad of cash in his hand, and his eyes widen a little. As they should, because I’ve just shoved about two hundred dollars into his fat palm.
That should keep them busy for a while, and I’mhoping getting jerked off and staring at a pair of tits will stop him looking for his phone, too.
He grins at me. “Well, I suppose in light of this new development,” he waves the money in the air, “I will accept your apology. Fellows, why don’t we head to town?”
Fellows? Fuckwits, more like.
The three of them stand as one and shuffle out of the cafeteria, and as they walk off, I hear them discussing that poor barmaid’s tits again. I will warn her to be wary of them. Although, hopefully, they won’t be members of this club for much longer if my suspicions are correct. And, hopefully, Jack will let me do what I should have before, and start cutting parts off them. Maybe I’ll use a rusty knife, just to make sure it hurts more.
I follow them outside, hanging back. They head to their bikes and climb on without Eddy even realizing he’s left his phone behind. That’s the power of dangling a hand job in front of an ugly-as-sin, thick-as-a-post loser. Even the least discerning of the sweetbutts don’t have anything to do with those guys. I doubt they’ve been laid without paying for it in years.
The minute their bikes roar off, I race to Ghost’s place and pound on the door, wanting to be quick in case Eddy realizes his phone is gone and turns back.
“One fucking moment,” he shouts from inside.
I wonder if he’s been jerking off, too, and that’s why he’s taking his time. Then I wonder at my own sanity. Why am I thinking about him jerking off?
He pulls open the door, looks at me like I’m shit on his shoe, and sighs. “What now?”
“What now?What now, fucker is that I have Eddy’s phone.” I pull it out of my pocket and brandish it. “See?”
He frowns. “How did you get that?”
