Page 68 of A Hurt So Good

“Do I need to expect a gang war?” Harlon laughs so that the asshole turns to look at him now.

“You seem a little uptight today, Dean. Is the wife not giving good head anymore?” he asks him. I see Dean’s face get redder and redder, and I can’t stop the laughter that comes out of me.

“You leave her out of this!”

“She didn’t leave my cock out of her the last time I saw her,” Harlon says. Before I know what’s happening, Dean swings and punches Har right in the face. Har comes back, growling at him as I laugh harder.

“Damn, Dean. Someone isn’t getting any pussy,” I push him a little more. His face reddens, and just like he punched Har, he comes at me. He pulls back and looks me in the eye as I stare him down. “Just remember, I like payback,” I remind him. He narrows his eyes at me before lowering his hand. I didn’t figure he’d touch me knowing what he knew about me. He steps back and looks between us as a few other cops come up next to us.

“You deal with this shit,” Dean tells them.

“Nothing to deal with. The guy didn’t want to press charges,” one cop says. I grin like a fucking fool now. I didn’t think the little bitch would do it even after I cut off his finger. I think he took my warning to heart.

“What do you mean he isn’t pressing charges? He cut off his goddamn finger!” Dean roars.

“He said he didn’t want to press charges, that it was all his fault.” Dean turns his gaze back to mine, and I just smirk because we fucking won.

“Fuck this. Release the assholes,” he snaps before turning and quickly walking away. I didn’t think he’d stick around and wait for me to be uncuffed.

As soon as the cuffs are off, we’re out the door.

Chapter 28

Harlon

As soon as they said they weren’t pressing charges, we got the hell out of there. It’s not the first time we’ve landed ourselves in the police station in cuffs, and I’m sure it won’t be our last.

“You want to grab drinks?” War asks as we walk across town. We called our dad and let him know that we were fine, and we planned on walking home so he didn’t have to come and pick us up. He didn’t mind after he found out what we did and why we did it. I think a small part of him is into Arya as much as we are.

“Fuck it. Yeah, we might as well,” I tell him. We keep walking until we find a liquor store that’s still open and head inside. War goes directly for the whiskey as I browse the shelves. I’m not too picky about what I drink when I do drink. We don’t drink a ton, but when we do, we get pretty shitfaced.

“Hey, Har? You think Arya will like this fruity shit?” he calls out to me. I turn to look over my shoulder and see him holding up some pink shit.

“She’s like us, War. She’ll drink anything,” I tell him.

“Yeah, but I’m trying to get her something nice,” he chuckles.

“Trying to make up for the fact we put a tracker on her phone?” he nods, and I laugh before turning back and grabbing the first bottle of whatever it is in front of me. We walk up to the counter and sit our shit down while the lady rings us up. I pull my wallet out and slide my card when War speaks.

“Oh, look at you getting all fancy and shit with your bank cards.”

“We’re making good money now. I had to put it somewhere.”

“And you chose the bank?”

“What the fuck do you have against banks?”

“I don’t like them for one. Why the fuck do they need to hold my money?”

“Where do you keep your money?” I ask him, a little confused by what he’s saying.

“At home. What the fuck, man? You think I’m going to the bank every time I want cash? No. Fuck that shit.”

“You’re really weird, War.” He chuckles and grabs our bags, carrying them out of the store. We start walking again when he glances over at me.

“How pissed do you think she is?”

“Pretty pissed,” I reply. He nods his head as we continue our walk while he opens a bottle, and starts drinking. He passes it to me, and I do the same as we walk and talk. It’s been a while since me and War have hung out, just the two of us. We’re all usually together for the most part.

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