a little while.”
“Shit, you think?”
“If they notice this stuff is missing, they’ll blame you.”
“They won’t notice. That place was a fucking pigsty.”
I patted his shoulder, shaking my head. One second he thought he was fucked, and the next he was totally fine. “Whatever you say, man. Just be careful.”
“Shit, Climber. I’m careful as fuck.”
He laughed, and I could tell that whatever he took earlier was still working in his bloodstream. He was bouncing between paranoid and invincibility. I guessed he was on at least coke, probably a few other things, too.
“You good to drive home?” I asked.
“Sure am. I’m glad we talked. I was feeling pretty nervous there.”
“Don’t be. You did good.” I walked back toward my car. “If you find anything else, call me.” I reached my car and couldn’t believe my fucking luck. I figured Thom would get a little freaked out, but I never imagined he would actually actively try to help me so soon.
“Climber?” he called out.
I paused. “What’s up?”
“I need something more from you.”
“What are you talking about?”
He took a step closer to me. “I can’t keep risking my shit just for you. I need something else.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What do you want?”
“The next shipment you get? I want you to steal half of it.”
I gaped at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“That or ten thousand dollars cash. Your call.”
“I can’t do either of those things.”
He grinned at me. “You fucking better, Climber. Otherwise I’ll rat, and you’re dead.”
I clenched my jaw. “You piece of shit.”
He shrugged. “Sorry, man. It’s just business.”
I reached back and gripped the gun in my waistband. I wanted so badly to pull it out and shoot the bitch right in the face, watch him die right there, but that was crazy. I was angry, not insane.
Instead, I just nodded. As much as I hated it, I needed him. He was my inside guy.
“Fine. I’ll figure it out.”
“See you soon then.”
I got into my car, started the engine, and pulled out.
Thom called me devious, but he was clearly the fucking crafty one. He was probably playing me from the start, getting my hopes up, getting my brain going, sucking me in. Then he dropped the bomb he was planning on dropping all along.
I couldn’t steal those drugs. They’d know it was me, and they knew where I lived. And I didn’t have anywhere near ten grand.
As I sped back home, back toward Becca and her sweet fucking pussy, my head was abuzz with plans and more plans, trying to work my way out of the fucked-up situation I was in.
I parked the car and quietly crept back inside, making sure I didn’t wake up my mom and Jack. I moved up the stairs and slowly pushed open Becca’s bedroom door.
The sound of her deep, slow breathing filled the space.
I smiled to myself. She really had fallen asleep. Part of me figured she’d wait up.
As I moved to leave, she rolled over. “Reid?” she asked.
I stepped back inside. “Yeah, it’s me.”
“Is everything okay?”
I shut the door behind me. “It is now.”
“Come here,” she said, sitting up and smiling at me.
“Gladly.”
I crossed the room, ready to forget about my problems.
Chapter Seventeen: Rebecca
I was exhausted the next morning, like I was every morning since Reid started sneaking into my room at night.
It was the sweetest exhaustion I had ever felt.
I was half awake and still thinking about Reid as I stumbled downstairs, dressed for the early shift at work, my hair pulled up into a tight bun. I poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table to try and get myself together before I left the house.
I had no clue where he had gone the night before when we had been so rudely interrupted. He didn’t say when he got back and I didn’t have much of a chance to push him before his mouth was all over me again.
And when I woke up, he was already gone. His room was empty and his boots were gone.
I knew it probably had to do with the smuggling. I was still having trouble rectifying that in my mind, trying to come to grips with Reid smuggling prescription drugs from Canada, but it seemed like with every orgasm it got easier and easier.
I sighed, sipping my coffee. It was like he was fucking the criminal into me. In my past life, out at school, I couldn’t have imagined ever being with someone involved with drugs, let alone smuggling them. But Reid was Reid