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With her father missing, Shay will do anything to get him back, even if that means teaming up with a cruel gang leader and his band of psychotic men.
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SO COLD
The gold Jesus piece was hanging from the rear-view mirror, a judgemental witness to accelerated driving and cursing clenched mouths. The afterhours streets were bathed in a soft dusk, shades of sooty charcoals and streaky cobalt. Cheap yellows and reds lit up three-star takeaways, and a group of drunken students sat at a street corner, scabby knees on the gritty pavement, eyes glimmering with hopeful bliss. Hollers tumbled out of their mouths as I sped by. I tossed my mobile phone to the dark-skinned man with an auriferous tint in his buzzed hair and commanded. "Call James."
"I have a first aid kit, I can take care of him," Trevor said with a small smile, eyes flitting to Irvin who was in a foetal position in the backseat, a slab of slashed skin and bruises. "He can sleepover at my place, too. I have plenty of room."
"I might as well slam on the breaks and do a U-turn back to the house and allow Goldie to have free reign if I'm to do what you suggest," my expression was maddened, limbs tense, still bustling with heat and ill-tempered. Shoulders hunched forward, I threw Trevor a foul look. "Do as I say."
"Fine," Trevor bit at his cuticle as he called James, placing the call on loudspeaker. He glanced out of the window. When the phone rang out, he looked at me. "If his wounds get infected, he'll blame you."
Irvin groaned. "No, I won't," his voice was strained. He straightened up into a sitting position, wincing. He breathed shallowly. "I'll pop a couple of pills, throw back a shot of vodka and I won't be needing a hospital bed and gown."
"Call again."
"I have antibiotics and bandages." Trevor insisted. "We're friends. You two are my best friends. You should trust me."
"Trevor," I was fast becoming impatient. "Our friendship ends at the school gates. Outside of the circles we walk in, we're strangers passing by each other without a second glance. What happened before was work. We hired you for a price."
"If you weren't in a hurry to strap us to a slab of metal any time we graze our knees, we'd be inclined to invite you to our sleepovers and hair-plaiting sessions. You're not trustworthy, Trevor. You'd flip switch, quick. You're fucking weird and that's why no-one likes you." Irvin said cruelly.
"I would hurt you," Trevor admitted honestly, unempathetic eyes trained on Irvin. "But not Shay. She's Cole's bitch."
"Maybe I should go under the knife, get a boob job and tuck my dick between my legs and then fuck Cole so he'll push his affairs and childhood traumas on me. I wouldn't mind being his bitch. He's assertive and dominant and that makes me hot under the collar." Irvin fanned his face, a noticeable sourness in his tone that caused his joke to fall flat. Awkwardness settled in the backseat like an unwanted hitchhiker. His hand fell by his side and he met my gaze through the rear view mirror. "The insecurity and abusive mind games he plays would probably be a deal breaker though. But he sure is a prize."
