Torque by Callahan Skye

Author:Callahan, Skye [Callahan, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Redline
Published: 2015-07-14T07:00:00+00:00

I did as Colt ordered with what little makeup I had and twisted by hair back into a messy bun. It was going to have to do for now, and if he expected more he’d have to spring for some more heavy-duty tools for me to work with. As I headed out to the living room to meet him, I pulled at the hem of the skirt, wishing it’d stretch even a little.

“Not bad,” he said, brushing the wisp of bangs away that fell around my face. I tugged the leather jacket closed. I wanted to be wearing more, but I was already tired of arguing with him. He could make it worse—clamps, vibrators. It could be so much worse.

He held up his keys, dangling them in front of my face. “You’re driving.”

I sighed and grabbed them. That made me Buck for the evening. At least I wouldn’t be the one driving the stolen car….

Not that I knew where Colt’s car came from either. If I didn’t find a way to shut my own damn brain off I’d drive myself insane without any help from Colt.

“Where to?” I asked, keeping my eyes lowered. I wanted to get it all over with while avoiding as much drama as possible. If I looked at him, his cool green eyes, his smug and ever-confident expression, I didn’t think I’d be capable of choosing the amenable approach.

“Jay’s Checkered Flag Car Shop on Ninth Street.”

“We need a mechanic?” Somehow I doubted that, since I figured that Colt was better with cars than any mechanic I knew.

“Nope, we need a broken window.”

I squinted at him. Did I or didn’t I want to know?

“Okay,” I braced for the cold and followed Colt out. Isabella tried to follow us as well, but Colt shooed her back into the house.

I drove us over to the mechanic, and Colt left me in the car while he went in and returned with a duffel bag which he placed in the trunk before climbing back in the car.

“Waller Street,” he said.

“You’re kidding right?” Fuck not arguing. That was the scary as fuck part of town.

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

Unfortunately, he didn’t. He never did.

Waller Street was where you went if you were looking for cheap drugs, a dirty hooker, or a not so peaceful end to your life. Otherwise, it was a place best avoided—especially after dusk.

“Anywhere in particular on Waller?” I wanted to spend as little time there as possible.

“I’ll tell you when we get there.”

As we passed by the low-income housing units—the units where only the week before I’d read about a huge meth bust—my heart raced on. People lined the streets staring us down as we passed.

“Pull in the next alley on the right,” Colt said.

Waller Street. Alley. All eyes on us. I had to keep assuring myself he knew what he was doing. These were basically “his people”.

None of that was reassuring.

Colt pointed to a house on the right. “Pull up to the back of that brick house and park.

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