WARPED VANITY ( BL)

CHAPTER 9

There’s a gate at the end. You remember that, right?” I muttered, buckling up.

  Macau hit the button and the gates slid open, and we raced through them with about an inch between the side mirrors and the unrelenting steel.

I shook my head but Macau didn’t slow down. We weaved through traffic, and honks followed us everywhere. A police car shot out of a side alley and started chasing us with sirens howling and lights flashing.

  “Oh man,” macau whined, hitting the breaks and pulling over.

  The officer got out, hand on his gun, and strolled toward us while his colleague stayed back, his gun at his side. That was the problem with a new car.

Macau let the window down, and the officer looked at him. “Get out of the car.”

  I leaned forward, my forearm with my tattoo propped up against the dashboard and smiled darkly at the man. “Unfortunately, Officer, we have somewhere we need to be.”

  The police officer registered my tattoo then my face and took a step back. “This is a misunderstanding. Safe travels.”

  I nodded and sank back against the seat. “Drive.”

Macau looked at me with a hint of admiration in his eyes. Then he pulled away from the curb in a slower pace but still too fast. His mood soured the moment we got out of the car in front of the abandoned casino that served as our gym.

  I waited for Macau in the cage, but he took his sweet ass time getting ready. When he finally shuffled toward me, I really wished he were someone else because I wanted to viciously destroy my opponent. Macau climbed in and closed the door before he faced me.

  He had grown these last few months. He was still much scrawnier than kinn and me, and even tankhun, but he was filling out nicely despite his reluctance to fight. His arms hung limply at his side as he watched me with apprehension.

  “Come on, kiddo. Show me what you got.”

  “Don’t call me kiddo,” he grumbled.

  I smiled challengingly. “Make me. So far nothing I’ve seen has hinted at you being more than a sulking kid.”

He curled his hands to fists, eyes narrowing.

  Better.

  “At least I don’t enjoy hurting boys.”

  So that was what had his panties in a bunch. “You don’t enjoy doing anything else with them either,” I taunted, trying to finally get him to act on his anger. I couldn’t give any less fucks if Macau was a virgin or not. I didn’t understand it one bit, but he could fuck whomever, whenever, however he wanted.

  “I like girls.”

  “Not their pussies, obviously.”

  He flushed bright red. We still had a lot of work to do.

  “Have you kissed a girl at least?” I took a step closer to him.

  He looked away and my smile widened. “Who was it? A girl from school? Or a whore after all?”

  His eyes flashed with anger, and he charged at me. His kick was surprisingly well placed, but I blocked it with both of my forearms then punched Macau ’s side hard—not nearly as hard as I wanted, though. He gasped but still sent several punches my way.

  We found a good rhythm, and I could see Macau getting into it, as if this was one of his annoying video games. I had to admit I enjoyed the sparring. It wasn’t more than that, though, because if I had really fought Macau, the kid would have been on the ground. Eventually, we leaned against the cage, sipping water and dripping sweat.