Thrills

One - Mark, Leo, Vincent

Rowan

"My sisters in jail and we need to go bail her out, let's go."

I nearly spit out my water. Which wouldn't of been a very good idea. It would've gone all over the very attractive blonde sitting on my lap and, being as I would love to have her as my lay tonight, I don't entirely think that would've ended well for me.

Cohen started laughing next to me, the brunette clinging to his arm giving him a funny look. "Sweet little Princess Mavie in jail?"

I almost joined him in laughing. Sweet was certainly a way to describe Mavie. A correct way? Hell no. She's quite the opposite, really.

Banks shrugged. "I don't know, she just texted me it and now she not answering. She was acting weird earlier when I stopped by her apartment, I should've known something was up but getting herself thrown in jail was the last on my list of 'Suspicious Things Mavie is up to'."

The funniest thing about it is that he does actually have a list, and it's titled exactly that with about a hundred different odd things Mavie has been caught doing. The best of all was going to the aquarium and stealing a turtle she liked that she thought wasn't getting proper care.

Dumbass.

Banks was the first to get up and head towards the door, completely ignoring the red head that was calling out for him. He'd ignored all her sad attempts to get with him the entire night, staring at his phone the whole time instead.

She was hot. Banks had a weird type, though, so I knew the moment she came up to him she wasn't going to succeed in the slightest. One being that her hair was way longer than her shoulders. And two? Well, she was a woman.

Banks was already waiting in his BMW by the time Cohen and I managed to ramble off some excuse to the group of women and promises about being back later. We probably wouldn't, knowing Mavie. She's going to make this as dramatic and drawn out as she possibly can, making sure every cop in that building feels her wrath even though, truthfully, she's probably the one in the wrong.

The ride to the police station was a silent one. Every single one of us trying to think of what Banks' younger sister could have possibly done to get herself thrown in jail.

When we arrived, there was a swarm of people with flashing cameras outside being held off by officers. Banks heaved an annoyed sighed, knowing Mavie's face and story was going to be on the front of every New York magazine and newspaper by no later than next week. She was going to be the talk of the town once again, and she was going to thrive in it.

Any media feedback, good or bad, Mavie would be happy with.

Getting out of the car and slamming the door, everybody turned to the three of us, immediately taking our pictures instead of the officers and police station. I could sense that Banks was getting more and more agitated knowing he was going to have to deal with his father.

"Did you see the car?" One man asked why another woman asked: "How will Adam deal with your sisters rage? What did he do?"

Of course Adam was involved in some way. That little weasel has been the bane of my existence ever since him and Mavie got together those three years ago. It was initially a scheme created by her father to make himself look back, but over time Mavie learned to use it to her advantage and as a way to shove it in my face that she didn't need me, that she could be with anyone she wanted to.

Not one hundred percent sure why she believed Adam to be the right way to go about doing that, but she did. My ego was a bit hurt to see her comparing a guy like Adam to me. But I quickly got over it and was able to subside the minor hurt and take my anger out by fucking other women.

But Adam was a dickhead. A dickhead that got too handsy sometimes. A dickhead that would drink too much and lay his hands on her fragile skin. A dickhead that deserved to be behind bars, not Mayvie. Whatever she apparently did to his car, I'm sure he deserved it.

Besides, it's not like his Daddy won't have him a new one tomorrow morning.

Pushing our way through the crowds and blindingly bright flashing lights, we finally made it into the station and approached the receptionist who gave us loving smiles, her eyes wandering up and down Banks' body. Gross sixty year old bat.

"We're here to bail out my sister?" Banks spoke calmly, but anyone could tell there was slight hesitation. "Uh, Mav-"

The woman held up her hand to stop him. "Mavie Van Lauden, correct? I know who you all are." She said it as she glanced from Banks, to Cohen, and finally to me, a tint of hatred behind her glassy eyes when she landed on me. "Right, well, unfortunately we have to hold her. She vandalized a vehicle, boys, that being the case there will be a trial so long as the poor boy whose car she destroyed presses charges."

Banks ran a hand down his face, pulling out his phone and dialing a number. The woman gave him a confused look, waiting to see who was on the other end.

Finally, the person at the end of the line answered.

"Hey Dad, Mavie's got herself into a bit of trouble. Can you meet us at the station?"

The two chatted for a bit before he hung up the phone, looking relieved and as if he was prepared to face anything. He approached the receptionist, obviously feeling a bit more confident about himself. "Look, our father will be here as soon as he can. In the meantime, can we just talk to her?"

She thought about it for a minute before checking her surroundings and speaking in a soft whisper. "Okay, I'm not supposed to do this but being as you three are who you are, and I'm sure your father will give the station a big boost in profit, just this once."

"Thank you."

"But only for ten minutes. I'll have a trusted officer get her set up."

"Great."

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"My heroes!" Mavie yelled, pulling Banks and Cohen into a hug while glaring at me over their shoulders.

"What the fuck did you get yourself into this time?" Banks pushed her away and sat her on one of the four metal chairs.

She took a deep breath and I knew an amazing story was to come. "Okay, where do I start? So Adam was over at my place and he left his phone on my counter while going to take a shower, right? Dumbass. It's like he wanted me to catch him.

"So anyways, it was blowing up with texts from a bunch random numbers saved as 'Mark', 'Leo', 'Vincent', and so many other random names. So, curiosity got me and I went through all the messages because the dumbass doesn't keep his phone locked.

"And what do you know? He was cheating! Who would've ever thought-"

Cohen interrupted her, "Wait, he cheated on you? Adam Hembrooke cheated on Mavie Van Lauden? The world must be ending."

Mavie nodded quickly, of course agreeing with him. "I know! That's exactly what I thought! Okay, okay, there's more. So, suddenly he came out of the shower and remembered that he had to meet up with his dad to discuss some weird business shit. So he gave me a kiss and left.

"Well, obviously I knew he wasn't going to see his dad and obviously I knew I had to get revenge. So what did I do? I grabbed one of his baseball bats he left at my place because he usually comes straight from practice and walked my happy ass out of my complex, three blocks away, and ruined his precious little car."

We all stood around in shock for a few beats, before Cohen started dying of laughter and Banks shook his head, at first incredibly disappointed in Mavie but now Cohen. I stood in silence, staring at the girl with a neutral face, though I was proud. I'd never let her know that, but I was.

Adam deserved everything he had coming, and his destroyed car will be the least of his worries.

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a/n
mavie the only bitch who can pull off a jail uniform