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His face is unamused when he whips the logoed cap from my hand. “Eat shit, asshole.”
I straighten my face, getting down to business. “Here’s the plan. You go to the door with the pizzas. As soon as he’s distracted, I’ll pounce, got it?”
He nods, getting into the pizza delivery car, the engine already running. “Got it.” He fixes his cap to hide more of his face. “Let’s just hurry this up so I can get this shit off me.”
Two artificial planters are almost as tall as I am by the door. It’s the perfect hiding spot. Pulling my hood over my head, I keep hidden as Caleb rings the doorbell on the large white door.
No one answers at first.
Mica’s probably balls deep into the girl he came here with, making this much sweeter.
“What?” a male voice shouts out from behind the door.
“Pizza delivery,” Caleb calls out, holding the pizza boxes to the glass parting in the door for Mica to see.
“What fucking pizza’s? I didn’t order any pizza,” Mica says in annoyance before angrily pulling the door open.
Caleb shifts the pizzas to the side of his hip, producing a delivery docket.
“Docket here says you did.”
“Boy, Ima shove that fucking docket up your...”
He doesn’t get to finish that sentence as he opens the door wide enough for us to make our move.
Caleb lunges, grabbing him by the gown he’s wearing, which barely covers his dick and no more. Nice.
“Remember me?” I snarl, pointing the barrel of my gun at his head.
“You’re both dead men,” he smirks. “Dead men.”
“Nice nightwear,” I taunt, looking him up and down, although his bitches green silk nightgown does bring out the color in his eyes.
I look at Caleb. “Did I tell you how much I’m going to enjoy this?”
“Same brother,” Caleb agrees, the smile on his face almost psychotic.
“When my uncle finds out about this, your dead men. You hear me, DEAD MEN.”
“Yeah, yeah. We’re dead men,” Caleb mocks. “We heard you the first time.”
“Sweet dreams, asshole.” My arm rears back, pistol-whipping him with the barrel of my gun and knocking him out cold.
We carry him to the car with haste, dumping his ass in the trunk just in time as the girl he was with tonight calls for him from one of the upstairs rooms. We speed off, but not before stopping where we left the pizza guy. After switching Mica over to our car, we walked to where we left the pizza delivery guy, who’s now wide awake and freaking the fuck out. Crouching next to him, I snap a picture of his ID on my phone, letting him know we’ll find him if he talks about what happened tonight. He agrees eagerly, swearing that he’ll keep his mouth shut. We take the trembling man at his word, untying him and giving him back his clothes, leaving a more than generous tip.
Forty-five minutes later, we pull up to the secret entrance to the bunker under the caves, where Chains and Owl patiently await our return after Caleb texted them to have the room set up and ready.
“What’s this?” Chains asks, eyeing the pizza boxes in my hand.
“Dinner.”
Chains happily takes them from me, opening up one of the boxes to take a slice.
“Anyone see you?” Owl asks, blowing out a plume of smoke from his cigarette.
“What the fuck do you take us for, amateurs?” Caleb fumes, pissed at Owl’s question.
“No need to get snarky, kid.”
