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School Me Season 4 (Page 6)

There are times for things to happen. Places for them to play out in violence, and people who should be behind those things.

I am listening to the bikers bitch and moan about guarding Dainy. The price is right but the job isn’t. We were in the middle of dinner when Dexter messaged me. My father was in great mood after seeing Dainy. In his mind I probably played the catfish and got her right where I wanted her. I didn’t correct his wayward thoughts.

Dainy wasn’t please at all, with my recent misgivings, but I was hoping she’ll admit her love for me, breakup with Reagan and finally be mine. There were more pressing matters to worry about.

When I received the message, I excused myself, saying it was Kent. No need to lie to my father.

Dainy frowned, and followed me, saying she wanted to stop for waffles. I wasn’t going to refuse her, plus, now the bikers could get a proper visual of the one they’ll be guarding. So, I brought her a long for the ride. I was still worried about Dainy’s safety.

Since I received that threatening call, I haven’t heard anything since.

Kent was still looking around, but my father was starting to get curious. I didn’t want him getting involved, at least not just yet. Learning to handle my own problems was instilled in me since I was a kid.

The ring on my finger, and the name I took as my last, with the blood in my veins, said I was more than capable of handling anything that came in my way. Even a killer.

Dainy was ecstatic when I handed her the keys to the jeep after I told her where we were going. And they say money doesn’t buy happiness? I laugh in my head.

I watched her in the car, as her bare legs flexed as she drove. My mood took a nosedive once we walked into the Restaurant. I expected the bikers, what Kent failed to mention was the girl with the pixie hair cut, now dyed blue, sitting on the end of the diner, by the wall, trying very hard to blend in. Lizzie.

“Don’t.” I tell Dainy, aware she isn’t going to listen to me.

I had a suspicion as to what Lizzie was doing here. Right now, I had more pressing matters to deal with.

The bikers were trying to intimidate Dexter which wasn’t going to end well.

“I see my friend has left an impression.” I say as I walk toward them.

I ignore Dexter, as the bikers make way for me to get through. The tall one with his hand on the stool, and a patch on his right pocket, reading Road Captain is the guy I look at.

“So I take it, there is a problem, here?” I slide my hand in the pocket of my slacks. My face expressionless, but my eyes have a hard glint as I stare at the man who is undoubtedly twice my age. His beard isn’t that long, but black, with the first few strands of grey.

“Yeah, the price is right, but as I told your friend, we ain’t feeling like babysitting your girlfriend.”

“There is a killer in town, and my girlfriend is now on that list, did I mention she is a Hallow? ” The man frowns as the other biker on the side of me moves a bit.

“What does that have to do with us?”

“The property you guys deem as your clubhouse, belongs to her family,” I inform them. What I don’t mention, is that it belonged to me, I just made sure it had Dainy’s name on it. My father taught me to have only one plan, no back ups, but make sure that when I had a plan, it was impenetrable. Failure wasn’t a word we use.

“I’ll talk to shoelace, we’ll be back.” The road captain said.

“You do that, in the interim, Dexter will fill you in on the details. I suggest that you see that Shoelace has a positive response for me by the end of tomorrow, I hate to have to give your new president a call.

I hear the bell on the door behind me opening. And when I turn my mood goes from ‘agitation’ to plain down soar when I spot Reagan standing in front of Dainy.

“What are you doing here?” He questions her in an accusing voice.

“She’s with me.” I say as I walk toward my old friend.

He is every bit the jock he was born to be. His football jacket with his dark washed denims and Solomon taks, reminds me of our differences.

His blue eyes that I once looked at as a brother who understood me, now burns right through me.

So much anger.

I smile a bit.

“The question is why are you here? Came to see your cousin? Or came to find out if you still had a girlfriend left?” I ask him as I widen my stance and place my hands in my pocket. I don’t miss his angry eyes going to my ring before I do.

Oh, Reagan, seems like YOU want something Sabastian has, questions is, are you sure it is just his girl? Or does Loverboy have something else you want. Stay tuned Liston Hill’ers things are just getting started.

Thank you for reading, if you could please take the time to let me know what you think, I would really appreciate it. shanRk@zoho.com
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