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“I got it.”
He gets into his car, grabs a cigarette, and leans out the window after he closes the door.
“One last thing, baby girl.”
“What?”
“Don’t fall for me.”
He drives away, and I stare.
Don’t fall for me….
That’s definitely not going to be a problem.
Don’t fall for me either, Chad.
Chapter11
Chad
I’m gonna have fun with this deal of mine. It is by far the best thing I’ve concocted in a long time.
I can’t wait for tomorrow to come. In fact, I might do some spying tonight. If people knew all the things I can do, they’d be more afraid of me.
In the not-too-distant future I’ll be an accountant with the type of tech skills many in the underground would pay a pretty penny for.
The one thing my old man did for me that was worth anything was allow me to do a summer internship at Markov Tech in San Francisco. It’s run by Eric Markov, the Obshchak in the Voirik Brotherhood.
The Voirik are one of the groups in the alliance, and we all use Markov Tech in one way or another.
I was fortunate to train under Eric and he taught me a thing or two that I might have modified and kept to myself.
Maksim interrupts my thoughts when he tosses me another can of beer and downs the rest of his.
We’re doing math together while we sit by the pool.
Of course, neither of us went to detention today, and we skipped out on it yesterday too.
That pissed off old Principal Kolyav something fierce, but there’s not a goddamn thing he can do about it.
I’ve had enough shit with Dad since the incident that I don’t see why I have to double up on my suffering.
Especially when my dick is suffering more than any other part of my body.
There’s a list of girls I could call to take care of that problem, but the one I want will probably burn my dick off.
Maksim lights up a cigarette and gives me a pensive stare. “So, are you gonna tell me any time soon what’s with you and this girl?”
He’s been on that subject since he got here because he saw me talking to Billie in the parking lot.
“There’s nothing to tell.” I lie so easily and effortlessly that no one can ever figure me out.
Not even him. That’s why he’s giving me that curious look, because he’s not sure if I’m telling the truth or not.
Of all the guys in our group, he’s the friend I trust the most, and he’s the closest to me even though we’re all close. We’ve just known each other the longest. We’ve been friends since birth, whereas the others joined us in elementary school.
“Man, you know you can’t lie to me.” He continues his argument in Russian, telling me I’m talking bullshit, and he’s ready to call me out on it any day.
