STANDING IN THE DOORWAY WITH a bottle of beer in hand, I stand back and watch Blaine as he concentrates on tattooing some chick’s left ass cheek.
He looks up at me once in a while, lifting a brow in curiosity as he watches me tilt back my beer and grip the doorframe. “What’s good, fucker? You’ve been standing there without moving for like twenty damn minutes. Did some shit happen that I should know about?”
“Nah. I was just thinking of going out for a bit.” I finish off the last bit of my beer and toss it in the trash across the room. “You good here?”
Blaine gives me a look, meaning, are you shitting me, and leans back in his chair as if he’s the coolest fucker to walk the earth. “When am I ever not good? Come on, bro. I got this shit. If you got something to do then go.”
I run my hand over my face and look over at the clock. It’s just a little past noon, making me anxious to get out of here.
“Alright.” I slick my hair back and lock eyes with Blaine. I really can’t deal with his shit today. “If I come back and my window is broken, I’ll shoot your fucking dick off. I’m not in the mood today.”
“Dude . . . seriously? Why do you always threaten my manhood? It’s my best fucking feature.”
“Because your dick pisses me off even more than you do. You’re always fucking touching it and shit,” I say with a scowl. “Keep shit under control until I get back and don’t text me if it’s important: call.”
“Yup. Got it.” He pulls his gun away and backs the chair up a bit to admire the chick’s ass. “Damn . . . that is one fine piece of work?” He smirks and adjusts his cock with his free hand.
The girl leans up on her elbows and looks back, then smiles at him, while watching his hand. “It better be if it’s covering my beautiful ass.”
“Damn straight,” Blaine says in agreement, while watching her lift her ass up closer to his face. He tilts his head at me. “Go, Fucker. Jerk your shit if you need to. You’re bumming me out here and putting my dick in a bad mood.”
I let out a frustrated breath, not even bothering to respond to his dumb ass, and walk out the door while reaching for my phone.
I have no fucking idea why I’m about to do this right now, but after waking up early this morning to an empty bed, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Avalon and how she left without saying bye.
There’s no way in hell she needed to be up and out of my bed for work by five in the fucking morning. She left because something was bothering her and keeping her awake. That doesn’t sit well with me, and I can’t help but to wonder what the fuck was running through her head when she left in the middle of the night without someone to make sure she made it home safe. It was fucking with me.
I sat up in bed for a good hour, unable to fall back to sleep, before hopping on my bike in hopes to clear my head. Before I knew it, I was sitting outside her damn house, contemplating on whether or not to go up to the front door and knock.
It only took me a few seconds to realize that I was acting like a fool, so I turned my bike around instead, and rode the mostly empty streets for a while, until it was time to meet Blaine at Savage & Ink.
It’s now been seven hours since she left my bed and it’s still bugging the shit out of me. The only thing keeping my nerves somewhat under control is knowing that she at least made it home safe.
Royal: You on lunch?
I walk out the back door and light a cigarette while waiting for her response. My phone vibrates about five minutes later to her name lighting up the screen.
Avalon: Not until 12:30. I swear time is going by extremely slow today. You at work?
Royal: Not anymore . . . Where you going for lunch?
Avalon: Nowhere. I only get thirty minutes today because I have a client coming in at 1. I won’t have time to leave and pick up lunch. I could so use a steak sandwich to make it through the day. SUCKS! Shit . . . gotta go. My 12 o’clock finally just walked in.
I slide my phone into my pocket and toss my cigarette aside, before wiping sweat out of my eyes. It’s really fucking hot today for some reason and it’s really not helping my shitty mood any.
“Shit! I’m really going to do this.”
Pulling my hair back into a bun, I yank my shirt off and shove a small part of it into my back pocket, before mounting my bike.
I rev the engine a few times, smirking as a police officer at the light watches me. His eyes look me over, sizing me up as I pull up next to him.
Keeping my eyes on him, I lift a brow as he revs his engine at me and looks back and forth between the light and my bike, as if he wants to race.
He keeps his eyes on me for a few seconds longer, before turning away and laughing, as if he’s just intimidated me.
Fuck that. If he wants to race, we can race. I’m all about keeping the law around here entertained.
The light turns green, making my heart pump with adrenaline.
I smirk at the mustached douche behind the wheel when he looks over at me, and motion with my head for him to go. “After you,” I yell.
He takes off fast, me taking off a few seconds behind him to give his pathetic ass a fair chance.
Within seconds I pass his ass up, watching as the front of his police car trails my ass as he tries to pass me, but fails for the next three miles, until we’re caught at a red light.
Stopping, I look over to the left and wait for him to pull up next to me. “Was it as good for you as it was for me, Officer?” I ask with a wicked grin, just to piss him off more. “I’m down for round two.”
Revving my engine, I cock a brow at him, causing him to slam his fist into the steering wheel and cuss under his breath.
I wait for him to say something, try to pull my ass over, anything, but he just grits his jaw at me and drives away as the light turns green again.
As short of a ride as it was, I have to admit that it felt fucking good and relieved some of my tension, and I desperately needed that right now.
Taking off, I glance over at the car next to me when a girl whistles out the window, getting my attention.
“That was hot!” The brunette in the passenger seat shouts, before giving me the thumbs up and gripping the door as her boyfriend turns down the next street to get away.
That fucker didn’t look happy one bit, but I don’t blame him. He looked stiff and stuck up just like Colton. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s just as bored as Avalon was with my brother.
She might just crave that boredom once she gets a glimpse of my fucked up world . . .