Page 159 of Saints and Sinners

FIFTY

Jett

“Wake the fuck up!”I slap the big jock across his face.

We have been waiting for over an hour and are getting impatient. I don't want to be here all night if I don't have to be, and by the way, Oakley and Lina can't keep their hands off each other; they don't want to be here either. I'm beginning to think the alcohol is factoring in as to why he isn't waking up yet.

Going to the kitchenette, I grab the biggest glass I can find and fill it with ice-cold water. I head back into the room and dump it over Chris's head. He finally jerks awake, sputtering.

“What the fuck? Where am I?” He tries moving, but the chains holding him in place keep him from doing so.

“Well, it's nice of you to join us, Chris.” I pull a chair over and turn it around in front of him before straddling it, “I'm so sorry that we had to ruin your good time, but we kind of needed you here.”

The jock looks around the room, eyeballing everyone here, “What kind of fucked up shit is this, Jett?”

Because of the chain wrapped around his neck and chained to the eyehooks sticking out of the floor, Chris has limited movement of his head. I grin as he tries moving it from side to side, pulling at his arms and feet. He is stuck to that chair until we let him up.

“Stop wasting your energy, big guy. We reinforced those chains,” Fynn tells him with a shit-eating grin.

“Is someone going to fucking tell me what the fuck is going on?” He glares at me, “Is this about what I said that day about Catalina?”

I look over at her and see that she's listening intently as she scrutinizes the Lineman, “No,” I turn back to Chris, “That's not what this is about. I thought we had settled it the day I fucked up your face.”

“Me too, bro! So, what the fuck is this?” he scowls.

“This is about you and your own little Saint,” Fynn chimes in, “You're fucking Felicia Howard, and we need to know what you know about the shit going down withourLittle Saint.”

The guy's forehead crinkles, “I don't know anything about your Little Saint. Felicia is a piece of ass, that's all.”

Either Chris is a good actor, or he really doesn't know what we are talking about, but we will test this shit out, “So you're saying that you don't know anything about who is trying to kill Cat?” I ask as I crack my knuckles.

“I know nothing. I'm telling you the truth!” Chris claims but does it too defensively, so I try another tactic.

“Do you always share your fucks with other jocks?” I question as I pull out my phone.

“Well, sometimes, but Felicia isn't like that. I've already tried.” This annoys him if the grimace on his face tells us anything.

“Oh, well, that's funny, seeing as she has you leave and then has another one of your jock buddies coming seconds after you leave, no pun intended.” I snicker, then show him the video on my phone, but he's too far away to see her expression.

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