Georgie
Smiling, I rolled over in bed, pretty damn proud of myself. I spent a good portion of the night ensuring Josie was well and truly fucked into oblivion before I collapsed in a sex-induced haze. Too bad for me, my nocturnal prowess apparently wasn’t up to par because instead of cuddling with my best friend, my eyes snapped wide open as my arms moved up and down the right side of the bed. Instead of feeling up Josie, my hand got a little too intimate with the bed sheets.
Shooting up out of bed, I quickly scanned my room.
Fuck!
She was gone.
I threw on some sweatpants and raced downstairs, only to see Cameron sitting at the bar, drinking chocolate milk, his all-too-knowing gaze laser focused on me.
“Lose something already?” Cameron asked, a damn smirk playing on his lips.
I knew that look; it was the look of a kid who had something on you and was just waiting for the right moment to use it. It was the same one I’d seen when he’d convinced me to sneak into the greenhouse, only to leave me hanging when Scribe caught me red-handed. That little shit had a talent for trouble, and an even bigger talent for getting others to do his dirty work.
I ran my hand through my hair again, trying to appear nonchalant. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no, I haven’t lost anything. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to dothan chat with a brat like you.” I turned to walk away, hoping to end the conversation there.
“Ooh, touchy!” Cameron called after me. “But if you’re so sure you haven’t lost anything, then why are you storming around like a bull in a china shop? Or should I say, like a Carebear in a clubhouse?”
The little brat was enjoying this way too much.
I groaned again and rubbed my eyes. “Go away, Cameron. It’s too damn early for your games. I’m going back to bed.” I tried to sound casual, but inside I was panicking. This kid was the last person I needed sniffing around my business, especially after the night I’d just had.
“Oh, I think you’ve had enough sleep, Carebear,” the brat said, emphasizing my ridiculous club name. “And I think it’s time we had a little chat. You know, man-to-man.” He motioned for me to follow him, and like a fool, I did. I should’ve known better than to let this little manipulator lead me anywhere, but my curiosity got the better of me.
Plus, I really didn’t want to give him any more ammunition than he already had.
Following him into King’s office, I watched as the little shit sat in King’s chair, waiting for me to take a seat. Doing so, he leaned back in the chair and propped his little size three shoes up on King’s desk as if he didn’t have a fucking care in the world. “I like you, Carebear. I wasn’t sure about you at first, but you’re a solid brother. So, I’m gonna help you fix this pickle.”
“What pickle?” I growled.
Cameron smirked. “Did you know I’m an excellent chess player? I’ve been teaching Mr. Howard over at the Hardware Store to play since I moved here, but when I want a real challenge, I ring up Judge Tomlinson. Now he’s a worthy opponent.”
Narrowing my eyes at the manipulative varmint, I snarled. “Get to the point, fast.”
“My point is, the judge and I were pawns deep in a death match game last night when he received a late-night visitor. You see, the judge ain’t tech smart like me, so when he left to answer his door, he forgot to shut down his webcam.”
Oh fuck!
I felt my stomach drop. The kid was good. I’d give him that. But he was also a little shit, and I knew he was loving every second of this.
“So, what? You’re blackmailing the judge now?” I asked, trying to feign nonchalance.
“Something like that,” Cameron replied, a devilish glint in his eye. “But I’m not here to talk about the judge. I’m here to talk about a certain someone who paid him a visit last night. Someone who might be in a bit of a... delicate situation.”
My heart sank as I realized where this was going. “And let me guess, you just happened to see who that was?” I said through gritted teeth.
“Something like that,” he repeated, that damn smirk still playing on his lips.
I knew I was trapped.
This little brat had me by the balls, and he knew it.
“What do you want, Carnage?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous. “You know damn well I won’t let you just walk all over me.”
He leaned forward in the chair, his eyes locking with mine. “I just want what’s best for my club, Carebear. I can always use a few more boys for my Manly Club, and if that means helping you out of this little mess you’ve found yourself in, then so be it. Consider my offer... a friendly favor.”
I wanted to punch that smug look off his face, but I knew I was at his mercy.
