Redirection by Gregory Ashe

Author:Gregory Ashe [Ashe, Gregory]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gregory Ashe
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

IN THE GTO, they headed to the Southampton payday-loan business that Rufus owned and operated. But when they got to Payday Pickup, the acne-speckled teen behind the bulletproof glass couldn’t help them—or wouldn’t. Rufus wasn’t in. That’s all he would say.

Their phone calls to Rufus went to voicemail.

His Creve Coeur McMansion was dark and silent.

“Well, Shaw, my bantling boy,” North said, back in the GTO with the air blasting. “Fuck.”

“I thought Rufus got expelled for cheating,” Shaw said.

“Who knows what the fuck really happened? These people are supposed to be our best friends, but they might as well be strangers. Peter and Paul blowing a million dollars on a bad investment? Rufus getting expelled for something with Rik? Percy and that weird voicemail? And Tucker. Fuck me. Every time I finally think I understand—” He broke off, hating the quaver in the last word.

Shaw rubbed his knee. “You can talk about Tucker if you want. It doesn’t bother me.”

North shook his head.

“Then I change my mind. It makes me jealous. I go crazy. I’ll have to show you all the wicked things I’ll let you do to my body to keep your attention on me.”

Against his will, a smile quirked the corner of North’s mouth. He reached over, cupping Shaw’s face with one hand, his thumb riding the crest of Shaw’s cheekbone. Then he pulled Shaw’s hair.

“North! Jesus! Oh my God, I think I’ve got a bald spot now.”

“That kind of wicked?”

“No, you stupid horse’s ass!” Shaw pounded him once in the chest. Then again. Then he went back to massaging his scalp. “Fun, sexy, tantric wicked. Not playground-bully wicked. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Guess I got my signals crossed.”

They tried Percy, just for shits, but the receptionist at Herbert and Galleli said he was working from home. When they called, they got voicemail. When they went to his Washington Ave loft, the strip under the door remained dark, but North could have sworn he heard someone moving around inside. No one came to the door, and after five minutes of knocking, a frazzled white lady opened the door on the other side of the hall and bitched them out to hell and back.

“Change of plans,” North said, rubbing his face when they were back in the GTO. The air conditioner was struggling to keep up with the swampy Midwestern heat. “You’re not going to like this.”

“If it’s more of the bullying wicked things, I’ll let you do some of them, but only if you also do that thing I like where you’re all the way in me and then you—”

“Paperwork.”

“North, no.”

“Sorry.”

“No, please. I’ll be nice to Pari for a whole week. I won’t borrow any of her icebox cake, and I won’t share her frozen sherbet, and I won’t go halfsies on her lattes.”

“First of all, you can only call it borrowing and sharing and going halfsies if the other person agrees. Second of all, yes, paperwork. We’ll try finding those dickwads again later tonight.”

Shaw moaned—whinged—all the way back to the office.

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