Page 17 of Creed

Because you don't ever shut up

Razer

And you’re a little bitch who whines too much

Gage

Don’t y’all have jobs to do?

Dodge

You know…Judge does kinda sound a bit like a chiweenie

Judge

What the fuck is a chiweenie

Cowen

The clubwhores don’t even talk this much

*Cowen mutes the chat*

6

MORGAN

I don’t knowwhat he thinks he’s doing following someone who is trained to know when someone is following them, but it’s idiotic.

After the third day in a row, I pull around the corner of the grocery store, waiting by the dumpster. It doesn’t take long for the rumble of his bike to echo in the small alley between buildings, and he parks right next to me as I climb out of the car.

I stare at him with crossed arms as he turns off his bike and climbs off. I thought after a few weeks passed, and I didn’t see him around, it was done.

“Stop following me or I’ll arrest you.”

He smirks. “Sounds kinky. I’ve always wanted to try handcuffs in bed.”

“I’m not joking.”

“Me either. I’m even willing to try a bit of the taser too. That thing has different voltages, right?”

I narrow my stare. “This isn’t funny. This is getting to the point of harassment.”

Creed’s eyebrows raise. “Get a restraining order.” He snaps his fingers. “Wait, you can’t because you’d have to explain that you’ve already come on my cock.”

Heat surges between my legs even as I glance around to make sure someone hasn’t overheard him. I step closer, shushing him. “If you think you can blackmail me with that information, you’re severely mistaken. I’ll take the humiliation before dishonoring my oath.”

He snorts. “Baby, if you think we don’t already have some of your colleagues on our payrolls, you’re the severely mistaken one.”

“Who?” I demand, my eyebrows pinched.

Creed laughs louder. “Like I’d tell you.”

My tongue pushes into my cheek, suppressing my own smile. That’s fair. I spouted out the question without thinking. Not that I really expected him to tell me. I’m not so naive that I don’t believe him; there’s always someone who is willing to do whatever they can to get an extra buck.

I shift on my feet with a sigh. “What do you want, Creed?”

“Maybe I just want a repeat of that night.” He tries to play it off, but there’s a seriousness in his tone that has me studying him closer, and I think I might even see a hint of vulnerability.