He's Out

Mason

“You ballsy motherfucker.”

I opened my eyes. It was morning. Definitely morning. Sunlight was streaming in through the cracked blinds of my bedroom. I could feel the warmth of it on my face, arm, and shoulder of the arm I had out of the blankets and wrapped around Laina.

I rolled halfway over and looked over my shoulder to see Rick standing in the doorway of my bedroom. His words had woken me, and he was shaking his head while grinning at me. “You’re lucky it’s me standing here and not Benji. He might have done Sid and Mark a favor and killed you in your sleep.”

I rubbed at my eyes. “What time is it?”

“Seven thirty.”

“Why the hell are you waking me up so early?”

Rick grinned. “I think we found a car.” He hooked his thumb over his shoulder. “Meet me downstairs. We’ll talk about it. And try not to wake her. She’s had a rough couple of days dealing with your shit.”

I listened to Rick’s footfalls on