Page 3 of The Job

Rafe smiles, this time a real one, as he signs, “The house and all the other buildings are a couple of miles away. His grandad owns a massive property.”

“Good,” Trick replies.

“Now?” I ask. “We may as well go after them now and let them know that we aren’t going to let them get away with it.”

“Good point,” Riot agrees with me, “plus, they probably aren’t expecting us to go after them immediately.”

“Can I make some Molotov cocktails?” I ask excitedly.

“Have we got the stuff to make them, or are we going to have to go and get the stuff?” Trick asks me, an amused glint in his eyes.

“We have the stuff; I always make sure that we have enough of it laying around that we can make them if we need to.” I reply.

The guys all stare at me for a moment before Cash replies with a chuckle, “Of course you do.”

“Alright, you can make two, we don’t want to kill anyone, we just want to send a message,” Trick replies.

I grin, “Got it. Thanks, boss.”

“Hurry up, I’ll get some gas. I think we have some in the garage, thank fuck they didn’t get around torching that,” Luc says as he starts to walk away.

“Wait,” Cash says, and Luc turns back around as we all look at him curiously, “there is a pretty good chance that Billy and the guys are going to be there since it’s where they always hang out if there isn’t a party, and I haven’t heard of one going on tonight involving either school. So, I think it would be a good idea if we didn’t take gas; as we said before, we don’t want to hurt them; we just want to prove a point. I think throwing a couple of Molotov cocktails will send the right message.”

My eyebrows rise, “Very good point, and if that shitty fucking shed burns down in the process, then that’s just a bonus.”

“Agreed. It’s the least that they deserve, considering they have destroyed three cars.” Riot growls. “I liked those cars.”

“Me too,” I agree with a frown.

“Okay, since we are all agreed, Jensen, make up three, and then we will head over there,” Trick says.

I nod, already on my way over to the garage. It doesn’t take me very long at all to do what I need to, and I have three that just need to be lit and thrown.

While I have been gone, the guys have made sure that the cars aren’t smoking anymore and that there is absolutely no risk that they are going to set on fire again while we’re gone.

“You ready?” Trick asks me.

“Yep,” I say, holding up the bottles.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take us very long at all to get to Billy’s shed, and since he has got a separate entrance off the road that leads to it, we don’t have to risk anyone in the main house seeing us and wondering what we’re doing, or more likely, reporting us to the cops when Billy’s place goes up in flames.

“Jensen, Luc, and Cash,” Trick says, “you throw them.”

“Got it,” I reply, my smile probably too full of joy considering what we are doing, but I can’t help it if this is the kind of shit that makes me happy. Maybe I wasn’t wired right or something; either way, it makes life a lot more exciting. Probably more than normal people would like, but then, I’ve never been normal, and thankfully, my friends aren’t either.

We don’t bother arriving quietly, we plan to make a point and that’s easier done when they know you are the ones that have made the threat.

Trick pulls in and then spins the truck around so we can make a quick escape, which I imagine we’re going to need to do. We hop out and head to the back of the truck—Cash, Luc, and I all lighting our Molotov cocktails.

“Billy!” Trick shouts. Not that it’s strictly necessary since they are already on the way out.

Billy’s eyes widen as he spots us, his eyes landing on the lit Molotov cocktails in our hands.

“You destroyed three of our cars,” Trick practically growls, the anger evident in his tone. “Consider this returning the favor!”

That’s all that he needs to say as the three of us who are holding the lit Molotov cocktails launch them.

“You fuckers!” Lucky yells as they all race to put out the spreading flames.

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