Used by Bijou Hunter

Author:Bijou Hunter [Hunter, Bijou]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-06-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Bo

Don’t Cross a Gutter

Cal can’t tan. His skin is always pale, pink and flaking, or beat red from a burn. From his crap father, he also inherited a gut despite his buff body and those beady rat eyes. I find him burned and beady-eyed when I arrive for some kind of Gutters meeting.

Not wanting to be here, I’m nervous this get-together will lead to me dead in a ditch. While I think to ask Cal if I’m in danger, I doubt he’d tell me the truth. The fucker didn’t care when I was in prison and never told me Mom had died. No, Cal will not only let me walk into a deathtrap, but he’ll willingly pull the trigger if Johnny asked.

“Where you been?” Cal asks, without pretending to be concerned.

“Turns out sleeping in a club whore’s bed is better than your lumpy couch.”

“Don’t get too attached to the first cunt you have. Looks weak, man. Try out a few dozen. Spread it around or you look soft.”

Staring into his rat eyes, I think how nice it would be to make him bleed. “You go six years without pussy then tell me if the same pussy for a week makes you feel weak. Feels good actually. Feels like I get laid every night. I also don’t sleep on your shitty couch.”

Cal smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “A chick from high school asked about you. She said she saw you riding around the other day and it got her wet. I told her you’d have dinner with her tomorrow. You’re welcome. Now, stop eyeballing me or I’ll cut those big blue orbs out of your fucking face.”

“Orbs? You sound like our old English teacher. Pussy.”

Cal smiles for real then glances at the approaching Harleys. “Becks will meet you at Longhorn’s bar. You remember Becks?”

“No and I don’t want to date a random reject from your fuck pile.”

“Last I checked, asshole, you were fucking a reject from everyone’s fuck pile.”

Shrugging, I struggle not to punch him for talking shit about Sydney. I know it’s reckless to show I’m into her, so I act like his words don’t matter. In my gut, I know if I admit wanting Sydney that Cal will decide to fuck her again. I don’t care if she’s a damn club whore. I refuse to share her.

Johnny and Snake park their Harleys nearby. Kelly and a few of his friends arrive next. I notice how the older guys stroll over slowly like they need to finish talking before reaching me. Feeling the shift in the air as they approach, I close off everything inside me. Like in prison, I reveal nothing.

“Freedom suiting you?” Johnny asks me.

“Pussy and pizza, how can I complain?”

He smiles easy enough then glances at Snake who gives me a big grin like he’s a proud papa. In my head, I imagine killing them all. On the outside, I show them nothing.

“Fucker,” Kelly says, glaring at the store we’re standing in front of. “Sneaky fucker.

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