Page 17 of Break Out

Torque uncapped a beer and handed it to me. “Tell me about her. A woman across the hall told you Jordan moved, did you bang his neighbor?”

I took a swig of beer. “No, fuck, no. Once I found out he’d moved, I should have packed up and left, but I couldn’t get out of my room reservation, so I went down to the bar and had a drink.”

“Okay.”

“This fucking asshole wouldn’t shut up. He ignored me when I told him to keep it down.”

Torque shook his head. “Didn’t he read your patches?”

I let my head tilt. “I wasn’t wearing my cut. A prick at the front desk had insisted gang emblems weren’t allowed on the property.”

“Fuckin’ bullshit,” he muttered.

“Yeah, finally the asshole at the bar yelled something inappropriate and a businessman took it up with the bartender. Asshole went to the other side of the fuckin’ restaurant.”

“What’s this guy got to do with any damned thing?”

I swallowed more beer. “He gave me my in with the hottest brunette I’ve ever laid eyes on, since she walked in not a minute later wearing a fucking leather shirt.”

“Really?”

I set my beer down. “It was fake leather, but at first glance I thought it was the real deal.”

He nodded. “And you and she got busy.”

I nodded. “Used both fuckin’ condoms for all the good it did either one of us, Tor.”

He pressed his lips together and wobbled his head. “I don’t know, man. If she’s on the pill, then you just have to get your ass tested again.”

I took a deep breath and tried not to let my anger get the best of me. “That’s pretty short-sighted, man.”

He twisted a hand up. “What else are you gonna do? Doesn’t sound like you got her number.”

I sighed. “No, I didn’t. But she deserves to know about this shit. And I got no way of finding her. Hell, I had Jordan’s address and his fuckin’ phone number and couldn’t get in touch with him, how am I supposed to find her again?”

Torque set his empty beer bottle on the dresser. “Social media? College girls love to post on Instagram.”

I scoffed. “Maybe ten years ago, but all I have is her first name.”

He shook his head. “What about the bar tab? Tell the bartender you need to—”

“I put her food on my tab and charged it to my room. My ass didn’t even pay attention when she whipped out her college ID.”

Torque poured another shot for himself. “You ain’t gonna like this, but I’m a man who looks for the silver lining.” He downed his shot and leveled his eyes on me. “At least that cunt, Josie, didn’t trap you.”

I grabbed my beer and finished it. “Did she fuckin’ leave already?”

Torque smiled and it was malicious. “No. I tied her ass up and she’s in the closet in my room. Knew there was no way you were gonna let her off that fuckin’ easy.”

“Damn straight. My guess is she used needles to fuck up the condoms. Get Giant, Nelson, and Tuscon. She’s gonna learn what it feels like to get needled.”

A week later, my doctor called. I was clean of all STDs.

That was a relief.

Now if only I knew if Simone was pregnant.

Chapter 4

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