Page 24 of Property of Camo

“Not a good feeling, is it? To be beat down on by someone bigger than you?” Halen touches the cunt’s head, and he screams in pain, making my brother chuckle.

“A concussion is no joke; be careful that you do not have a bleed on the brain and die in your sleep.” He winks, then stands to full height, looking menacing.

Nobody fucks with the Kings.

We both turn to leave. I reach the door, letting Halen leave first, then look back at the pair.

“Change your tune when it comes to that boy, or I will be back, and believe me, no fucker will be left breathing or even found.”

With that we leave, and I hear the cunt start shouting at the woman, who just wails in pain. Good. I hope they both suffer, like they made Aston. I see curtains twitch but knowing the type of neighborhood this is, they will say jackshit. They do not like the cops around these parts; plus, I have no doubt they know who we are.

“That was fun. Do you think they will listen?” Halen asks, mounting his bike while I do the same.

“No. I will have a prospect keep an eye on them. They see them laying a hand on that kid and I will come back.”

“You better bring me, fucker.”

“Will do, brother. Come on, I need a fucking drink.” We ride to the club, the pull again in my chest to turn around and go back to Skyla, but I force it down.

The thread between us has been thickening lately, so my soul, my heart and head have been at war. Some whiskey, or a lot of whiskey will keep my mind off her and help me sleep, because fuck me, nothing else helps me, not even a blowjob and busting a nut.

10

Skyla

My mind is swirling with thoughts that wrap around what happened last night after I left the gym.

Taking Aston home with me was the best thing to do at the time but when I woke up this morning, I was flooded with guilt and trepidation that I should have contacted the police last night.

What did shock me was that no one came looking for him. Aston woke this morning and showed no concern that his parents had not come to find him; he shrugged when I asked him about it.

He ate the breakfast that I made him, then went and grabbed a shower and dressed in clean clothes that he had in his backpack. Clearly, he had no intention of going home last night, and planned on going to school this morning like nothing had happened.

That in itself shows how this child is not living a life a child should.

What also weighed heavy on me was that I could feel Camo in my house last night. He never touched me, or spoke up, lettingme know he was there, but I could feel him. My skin tingled with the static of his closeness.

“You sure you are okay to go to school?” I ask Aston, who is sitting in the back seat.

“Yeah. I have done this before.”

His words hurt my soul.

While he showered, I sent another text to a friend of mine, who happens to be a cop. Tate David is an old friend of mine who I dated once, but realized we were better off as friends, and to this day, we are still close.

“You have my number if you need to contact me. For anything, honey.” Aston nods again.

We arrive at the school, and I pull into the carpool lane. There are kids running around, cars moving slowly, and the sight hits me in the heart. Having kids of my own so that I can do the school run in the mornings, having a man who will pick them up from school if I have a class at the gym.

An image of Camo flashes through my head, making my heart hurt.

He will never give me what I want.

“Have a good day. Promise to call me, if you need me.”

“I promise. Thanks, Sky.” I smile as he jumps out of my car.

Every time he calls me ‘Sky’ it makes my heart feel warm and fuzzy.I am going crazy, I think to myself.

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