Page 8 of Kidnapped

“Well, Cash has that boy next door look about him that instantly puts people at ease, and by the way makes it so much more terrifying that you’re as deadly as you are,” Cash’s responding smile is sharp and Trev doesn’t even try to hide his shudder as he continues, “exactly, thanks for proving my point.”

“No problem,” Cash chuckles, returning to his light and happy self and the one that he shows the world.

He even scares the shit out of me when he turns the light off, the fucking dude is terrifying, and I say that as one of his best friends and someone who is capable of doing fucked up shit themselves.

Trev shakes his head, “Scary, dude. Just fucking scary. Anyway, as I was saying, Jensen should also go because he puts most people at ease pretty easily.”

“And if he doesn’t he will when he inevitably falls over air and makes them laugh,” Riot adds, interrupting Trev and making everyone laugh.

I stick my middle finger up at him and grin as I say, “Fuck off.”

Trick nods, getting us back on track as he says, “You both make very good points. Jensen and Cash go and talk to her friends and see if they’ll tell you anything that’s useful.”

“You got it, boss,” I reply, saluting him as I shove the last mouthful of food in and stand up. “It might be a good idea to get some details about this party they were at. If her friends aren’twilling to talk to us, then someone who was there might have seen something that we can at least look into.”

“Good idea,” Rafe signs.

“If no one is willing to talk to us, then it's going to make it a lot harder for us to investigate and find out what’s going on,” Luc points out.

Trev bites his lip and then offers, “I can do some digging if you want; there are still a few people at Tomlinson who will talk to me. I can ask around and see if any of them know anything about it.”

Before he’s even finished speaking, all of us are shaking our heads, and Trick replies, “No, you’re out, and we’re going to respect that. It’s more than enough that you’re just listening to what you can find out here. I don’t want you getting involved with this shit, something happening and then your future being fucked up because of it.”

Trev smiles.

“He’s right, and don’t even think of going behind our backs because we’re all going to be pissed,” Riot adds.

Trev holds up his hands, “Alright guys, I hear you. I won't go poking my nose in anywhere that it doesn’t belong. I will, however, keep my ear to the ground; people still like telling me stuff, and I’m good at listening without being noticed, too.”

I grin, “Fair enough, just don’t get caught. We like you, and it wouldn’t end well for the person that hurts you.”

Trev’s expression is dark as he replies, “I’m well aware. What you were willing to do to the guy that stabbed me proved that.”

I pout, “I still think you should have let me play a little more.”

“Dude, the guy passed out from fear alone. He’d had enough.” Trick points out with a dark smile.

“And he moved town immediately after,” Riot adds.

“He’s going to be in therapy for a really long time,” Luc mutters.

Cash smirked, “I’ve been keeping tabs on him, just in case. He was vocal about where he was moving to, which was stupid on his part. Anyway, he’s already in therapy and has successfully kept his mouth shut.”

“Good,” Trev replies. His expression lightens as he glances at Cash and me, “You guys may want to go and talk to Aurora’s friends. You two may not care if you miss any of your lessons but they most likely will since they’re still freshman, and you will terrify them if you pull them out of lessons.”

“Shit,” I reply, “I completely forgot what we were doing, I was too busy reminiscing about good times.”

“Good times being when you tortured a guy?” Trick asks, sounding far too amused for the situation.

I nod and smile happily, “Yep.”

“You scare me,” Luc says with a wide grin.

I snicker, “No, I fucking don’t; you’re just as fucked up as I am; I just choose to wear my crazy proudly.”

“I’ll fucking say,” Luc retorts but doesn’t deny what I’ve said.

To be honest, that’s why we’re all so close; we’re all a bit fucked up, which means we all understand each other, and no one judges anyone.

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