night, today and tomorrow, and every goddamned day from here on out. Is that clear?”
All three nodded, the dark-haired one on the right looking like he was about to shit his pants. Callum hoped to hell that that kid wasn’t in charge of anything that would affect the safety of the drop houses, because he looked like someone could knock him over with a fucking feather.
“Don’t fuck this up,” Callum warned them as he turned to head to his car.
He got in and pulled away from the curb, thinking. He looked at his watch, knowing it was time to get home to check on Viola, but he had one quick stop to make first.
He drove to Mel’s Diner, one of the most touristy places on the harbor front. A place where you went to get your crab legs and a little tiki umbrella in every drink…
And the best word on what was going around.
He walked in and scouted out the staff. “Bingo.”
Callum headed to the bar, sitting down for a drink. He watched the sweet little redhead as she flirted with a customer, knowing he would be next.
She laughed, turning her head, and caught sight of him. Her eyes widened slightly. She excused herself and came down Callum’s way.
“Lisa,” he said.
“Callum. You aren’t supposed to be… out and about.” She said it like he was some bedridden hospital patient, when all he had were some bandaged flesh wounds.
Thanks to Viola… echoed through the back of his head. He shook it off.
“I need a drink. And some information.” He gave her his most winning smile.
“You can’t be here,” she said quietly, licking her lips nervously as she looked around. “Everyone is real upset about what happened yesterday. Real upset.”
“Anything specific?” he said, glancing around when the couple to his right got up and left.
“Y’all have a good one!” Lisa called to her guests. “Listen. They’re looking for you. You and another person, a female.”
Her lips thinned as she said that bit, and he cursed internally.
Externally, he said, “Yeah?”
“Look, if they even see me talking to you…” she said, shaking her head.
“Thanks, Lisa. See you later,” he said, rising and placing a hundred dollar bill where he’d sat.
She looked around, reached for the bill, and nodded as she moved down the bar.
Heading out, he couldn’t stop thinking of Lisa’s announcement.
Someone had seen them together, and they were playing fast and loose with the truth.
He hopped in his SUV and got the fuck out of there, driving toward his loft. His stomach rumbled, turning his thoughts toward lunch. He had absolutely nothing in the house, which made him feel a twinge of guilt.
He’d left Viola there with nothing to eat. Some protector he was.
He stopped at the grocery store and got a sackful of basics, though he had no idea what Viola liked. Then he hit the Vietnamese place next door, ordering a bunch of dumplings and rice noodle soup.
By the time he returned to his apartment, he was loaded down with food. He walked in and dropped everything on the counter, looking around.
No Viola to be found.
He took a moment to put away the groceries, then headed to his room for a quick shower and change. Instead of relaxing him like it normally did, the shower only made him more tense.
He really, really needed to get laid. It was Friday, the couple of clubs that Savannah offered would be jumping tonight. Maybe he’d go out later, scoop up some hot girl. Fuck her at her place.
Or better yet, in the coat check at the club. Quick and dirty, just how he liked it.
Leaning against the glass wall of the shower, he let the water pour over his body as he thought of taking some sexy blonde up against the wall, putting a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as he fucked her brains out.
He slid his hand down and fisted his cock. He was already hard, all the aching hunger of the day snowballing as he slowly pumped his hand up and down his length, sucking in deep breaths.
He imagined the blonde again, her shouts of
All three nodded, the dark-haired one on the right looking like he was about to shit his pants. Callum hoped to hell that that kid wasn’t in charge of anything that would affect the safety of the drop houses, because he looked like someone could knock him over with a fucking feather.
“Don’t fuck this up,” Callum warned them as he turned to head to his car.
He got in and pulled away from the curb, thinking. He looked at his watch, knowing it was time to get home to check on Viola, but he had one quick stop to make first.
He drove to Mel’s Diner, one of the most touristy places on the harbor front. A place where you went to get your crab legs and a little tiki umbrella in every drink…
And the best word on what was going around.
He walked in and scouted out the staff. “Bingo.”
Callum headed to the bar, sitting down for a drink. He watched the sweet little redhead as she flirted with a customer, knowing he would be next.
She laughed, turning her head, and caught sight of him. Her eyes widened slightly. She excused herself and came down Callum’s way.
“Lisa,” he said.
“Callum. You aren’t supposed to be… out and about.” She said it like he was some bedridden hospital patient, when all he had were some bandaged flesh wounds.
Thanks to Viola… echoed through the back of his head. He shook it off.
“I need a drink. And some information.” He gave her his most winning smile.
“You can’t be here,” she said quietly, licking her lips nervously as she looked around. “Everyone is real upset about what happened yesterday. Real upset.”
“Anything specific?” he said, glancing around when the couple to his right got up and left.
“Y’all have a good one!” Lisa called to her guests. “Listen. They’re looking for you. You and another person, a female.”
Her lips thinned as she said that bit, and he cursed internally.
Externally, he said, “Yeah?”
“Look, if they even see me talking to you…” she said, shaking her head.
“Thanks, Lisa. See you later,” he said, rising and placing a hundred dollar bill where he’d sat.
She looked around, reached for the bill, and nodded as she moved down the bar.
Heading out, he couldn’t stop thinking of Lisa’s announcement.
Someone had seen them together, and they were playing fast and loose with the truth.
He hopped in his SUV and got the fuck out of there, driving toward his loft. His stomach rumbled, turning his thoughts toward lunch. He had absolutely nothing in the house, which made him feel a twinge of guilt.
He’d left Viola there with nothing to eat. Some protector he was.
He stopped at the grocery store and got a sackful of basics, though he had no idea what Viola liked. Then he hit the Vietnamese place next door, ordering a bunch of dumplings and rice noodle soup.
By the time he returned to his apartment, he was loaded down with food. He walked in and dropped everything on the counter, looking around.
No Viola to be found.
He took a moment to put away the groceries, then headed to his room for a quick shower and change. Instead of relaxing him like it normally did, the shower only made him more tense.
He really, really needed to get laid. It was Friday, the couple of clubs that Savannah offered would be jumping tonight. Maybe he’d go out later, scoop up some hot girl. Fuck her at her place.
Or better yet, in the coat check at the club. Quick and dirty, just how he liked it.
Leaning against the glass wall of the shower, he let the water pour over his body as he thought of taking some sexy blonde up against the wall, putting a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as he fucked her brains out.
He slid his hand down and fisted his cock. He was already hard, all the aching hunger of the day snowballing as he slowly pumped his hand up and down his length, sucking in deep breaths.
He imagined the blonde again, her shouts of
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