Page 9 of Disobedient Pawn

“Hey, what about us,” the brunette asked.

“What about ya? I didn’t see me cum, did ya? I don’t get off. Then ya don’t get off,” I said.

“You fucking assh….” She stopped and slapped a hand over her mouth as my brow arched. Her eyes flicked to the balcony, obviously remembering Pam’s swan dive exit.

“Wise choice,” I said and marched across the floor. “Both of you get out, now,” I ordered as Nash stuffed his cock away.

“I swear that guy just wants me to have blue balls forever,” I said, smirking as the girls ran my way. I unlocked the door to let them out and Theo in.

He was casually leaning against the door jamb as the girls slipped by. He was all stone and didn’t even glance at them.

“You’re an asshole,” Nash growled and marched to the beer fridge.

“No alcohol either. It’s the last fucking tournament and the way Nash has been riding our assess to win, we are not fucking it up with anything. Got it?” Theo meandered into the room as I slammed the door.

“You act like I’m a hard ass,” Nash said. Both Theo and I looked at him and he shrugged. “Fine, I am.”

I hadn’t known any of them long, but Theo was the one guy on the team I had a hard time warming up to. He was like a block of ice all the time. We got along fine, and I trusted him cause Nash did, and I was best friends with his twin Blake, but he kept himself at arm’s length.

He flopped on one of the stools by the pool table.

“I hate you,” Nash grumbled. “You know how I get if I don’t get any. You sure you want to deny me?”

“Coach says no sex and no alcohol three days out from a tournament. Today is three days out, and we need our captain in peak performance. I already threatened Blake and Liam with bodily harm. Myles is a fish with alcohol, so I’m not too worried about him.” Theo yawned like he was bored of the wild party downstairs.

“Here, here,” I raised my drink and chugged it down, but I knew it would be my last tonight. Fucking water.

“I have a peak, alright. Coach is old school, and you know it. That shit has been proven not to enhance anything. Besides, I’ll probably be so fucking horny by then that it’ll slow me down with my cock sticking down in the water like a fucking rutter,” Nash said.

Theo rolled his eyes.

“I din’t know how ya do it,” I chimed in. “You’re always so chill.”

“Someone needs to be the babysitter, and I guess I get the gig since the rest of you dick nuggets can’t keep it in your pants.”

“That’s only cause we have offers, and you don’t.” Nash pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and stared at it like it was a dirty jockstrap.

“I get plenty of offers. I simply make sure my quota is full before three days out. Besides, it makes day four that much sweeter.”

Nash and I looked at the guy and then at one another. I hated to admit it, but he kind of had a point.

“Fine, get the rest of the team up here. We might as well go over the relay strategy,” Nash said, his voice still angry, but the edge was gone. Nash was scary when he was really angry. I tended to punch first and ask questions later, but Nash was ‘Rip your head off and eat your brains for dinner,’ kind of scary. There was a reason he was the next King in line to take the throne. Being a Collier came with as many problems as it did perks. His father was the biggest one of them all.

We both had asshole das, but Collier was a special kind of evil. We all knew that Nash got knocked around a lot. He never said a word about it, but no one else would dare leave a bruise on Nash other than his old man.

One day that King would tumble, and I was happy to watch when it happened.

NOVEMBER 4 - THURSDAY 7:58 AM

Myles

I swear Nash was trying to get me killed. When I agreed to do the pick-up, he neglected to mention it was in motorcycle club territory. They weren’t the meanest in the area, but the Dark Angels were wannabe Hell’s Angels and caused everyone a lot of trouble. At some point, the other families would stomp them out, but until then, I needed to be careful.

Luckily, I liked to familiarize myself with any new surrounding area and had spent the rest of last night scoping out the safest alleys and back lanes to take tonight.

Maybe it was cause we moved so much, but it had become a habit. As soon as we settled in, I would memorize the area. I could sit and redraw an entire map for a fifty-mile radius. There wasn’t a spot I couldn’t figure out how to get to. But my first problem of the day was how the fuck to stay awake during class? Where the fuck was it again?

“Hey, Myles.”