Savage Vandal (82 Street Vandals #1) - Heather Long Page 0,38
do something wrong. It would be comical if not for the fact that for the last few days, I’d had to make do and there wasn’t much else to use. I thought Doc would be back and at least I could trust him to help me get another bath.
“Stay here,” Jasper said before slamming out of the room. I loved how they all said that. Stay here. Like, where did they think I would go, if they weren’t in this room watching me?
I’d tried the other door a few times when they’d left me alone. If it opened at all, I had no idea how. As soon as Jasper was out of the room, I slid off the bed and hurried over to the door. It hadn’t locked. Or at least I hadn’t heard the lock when he left. Turning the handle with as much care as I could, I braced myself for any sound that might possibly betray what I was doing.
Not hearing anything, I managed to turn the handle until it gave the faintest click and then swung inward slowly. I glanced out at another bedroom. Laid out similarly to the room I was in, it was done in darker colors. Black comforter. Black sheets. Black light in the corner. That was weird. Even the walls were plain like my room, with a couple of posters of cars on them.
Oddly, like my room, it also had no windows. There were two lights close to the ceiling that illuminated the room in low light like they had in mine when my head had been hurting. What was their problem with windows? Had they ever heard of fire codes?
I rolled my eyes at myself. Right, because guys who kidnapped people were going to worry about city code violations.
It wasn’t much more than I’d already glimpsed the few times the door had been open. The room itself had three other doors. Fuck my life. Really?
I leaned a little farther out but heard no one, and there wasn’t anyone readily apparent. Did I risk it?
Check one door. At least eliminate a possibility. I had a one in three chance of finding the right door the first time.
I glanced around the room and chose the door to my left. It was on the opposite wall of where my bathroom was situated in my room, and I tested the handle. When no resistance met my effort, I pulled the door open a fraction. A hallway was visible through the sliver, dark with splashes of yellowish looking light. A faint smell of sawdust, sweat, and old gyms hit me. I’d trained in enough, that scent was too damn familiar.
“Freddie, where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Kestrel’s voice drifted up the hall. “You heard Jasper. You don’t go in there.”
“C’mon, Hawk’s lost his damn mind. Boo-Boo has to be going insane.”
“Stop calling her that and get your ass to work. You miss another day, and you’re going to get shit-canned.” Kestrel sounded so aggrieved.
“Probably for the best. I’m really bored there anyway, and the manager is on my ass every night.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have fucked her then.” I could practically hear the eye roll, and despite the fact I was supposed to be checking for a way out, that actually made me want to laugh.
“Dude, the tits on this chick. I mean, I’ve seen yoga balls that didn’t have that girth. I had to come in between them. Then she was all about me eating that pussy. But been there and done that, and now I’m in the mood for something a little more delicate and maybe, you know, slender.”
“Freddie, if you go near her room, I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to you.” The ice in that threat came straight from Jasper, and my heart jerked at the unrestrained violence.
“Damn, Hawk. You have got to get laid. You are so tense.”
I closed the door as easily as I could and then fled back into my room and shut that door. I’d just sat back on the bed and fixed my gaze on the ceiling when the door handle jiggled. Jasper cursed and flung the door open abruptly, and I jumped, not quite able to strangle the stupid scream as the door slammed against the inner wall and an angry Jasper filled the opening.
He glared at me like it was my fault.
“What the hell?” At least it explained my sudden rapid pulse and uneven breathing. The adrenaline rush of nearly being caught