Lakyn
I let out a tired laugh.
Seems that even though Gray has been nothing but consistent in wanting me to leave, he still hasn’t unlocked the damn doors. I’ve tried them all at this point after skipping the gate entirely. Hell, I was even willing to jump out of one of the goddamn windows if I could, but those are sealed shut too.
I’m getting too old for this shit, I think irritably as I make my way back down to the main floor.
The horn outside blares again impatiently and I grit my teeth. I’m not entirely sure what my ride expects me to do right now, but considering they don’t exactly know that I’m stuck in here should probably earn a pass with the impatient honking.
I mean, it doesn’t, but it should.
The phone in my pocket buzzes again and I fish it out as I head into the bathroom and try to pry open the smaller window inside.
“Yeah?” I ask into the receiver.
“Today would be nice,” my ride snaps at me.
“I don’t think I can get out,” I reply as I grunt and put as much as weight as I can into the bathroom window to no avail.
A loud sigh is the response, followed by the sound of familiar nagging. “What did you do this time, Lakyn? You know what? I don’t wanna know. I actually have a half a mind to leave you here.”
“Don’t you dare!” I seethe into the receiver. I sit on the side of the bathtub, tired, angry, and wondering if there’s possibly another door or window I could have missed, when I hear the door to the place open with a bang. “Fuck. I gotta go. If I’m not out in the next ten minutes, get in here and help me.”
I lean as far toward the door as I can without moving from the window. Seems like Mr. Broody and Moody has turned into Mr. Louisville Slugger now since he’s looking arou
nd the main floor with a bat in his hand.
Pussy.
I hate when people have to cheat at games like this. I was just fine with him wanting to throw hands, but a bat? That could kill me and that’s not exactly a good time. In fact, that’s the opposite of fun, and I’m finally starting to realize how long ago his sense of humor died now that he’s onto the grand finale.
The problem with his little scheme?
I’m not exactly done with him yet.
Perils against my life be damned—I’m just getting warmed up.
I take a deep breath, smooth my hair back, and decide to go see what he’s up to. Can’t have fun unless you’re willing to risk your life for it sometimes, and I’ve been doing just fine surviving everything thrown at me so far.
“Looking for something?” I ask Gray with a charming smile on my face.
He narrows his eyes at me and I can almost see the rage seeping through his pores. Maybe that’s why he looks so damn young—a self-induced rage sauna treatment to keep the wrinkles away.
Gray moves the bat from one hand to the other as he stares at me with that ‘roidy glare of his and I glance at my watch.
Five minutes.
I just need to keep him preoccupied for five minutes.
“Still not ready to be friends, huh?” I ask him, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. “By this point, I would have at least considered us acquaintances, wouldn’t you?”
He takes a step toward me and I have to fight the urge to bust out laughing.
I get it; he’s big, strong, dangerous, and can probably swing a mean bat. I’m supposed to be scared or some shit for stirring up trouble with his meat puzzle, but I’m not prone to fear.
Let’s try something different then, I think as I lick my lips.
“Okay, you got me,” I begin as I raise my hands in surrender. “Your guy is pissed that we fucked, big deal! He’ll get over it! Everyone usually does. Now, I think it’s about time we call it a night because you really don’t want to deal with what I’ve got waiting outside and to be quite honest—neither do I. So, let’s let bygones be bygones, shake hands, and go our separate ways, eh?”