Chance Meetings?

Chapter 33-Chance Meetings

Chapter 33!

Quinn’s Pov.

Tapping my forefinger to the dark enticing beat my head swam with the new shot of drugs in my system. The smoke drifting through the air made it unclear to see exactly who was having sex with who in this overly large living room, but that was what the club house was built for. Perched at the head chair with the back of my head resting against the soft velvet, I became invincible stroking the revolver on my thigh knowing there was nothing out in reality that could get to me.

Five minutes was all I was given before one of my men bump my shoulder and signal for me to bend towards him as he sits on the coffee table.

Puffing the smoke lazily out through my nostrils I lean forward with zero interest in whatever Kyle had to report to me. ‘Kyle this better be f*cking great, because this weed is fantastic’ I warn as my eyes begin to focus.

Kyle smirks, nodding his head at me. ‘I got some news…’

After a moment of inhaling and staring at each other I begin to get frustrated. ‘Well we could sit here staring into each other’s eyes for another few enchanting seconds, OR you can f*cking tell me what the God damn news is!?’

‘Sam is alive.’

I stumble over the smoke leaving my mouth and need a moment to make sure I’d heard right.

‘Yes sir. Reported he has been seen doing a deal.’

Looking Kyle in the eye my face turns grim and I clench my gun tighter as I readjust myself on the uncomfortable seat. ‘Are you telling me…. that Sam, from Fifth Street, is walking around the streets with pixies and unicorns. Not dead in a box, in the GROUND!?’

Kyle flinches away from me and glances around him, unsure of himself as my blood rises. ‘Ahh..’ he stutters, ‘Yes. Figuratively speaking, I would confirm that.’

‘And who seemingly spotted our friend Sam then?’ My anger was burning, clearing the haze I felt inside from the drugs and booze. He just won’t die, will he?

‘Some guys off by the bay? Others heard it and thought you’d wanna know…. It’s reportedly spreading that it isn’t effecting you.’

I slam my fist so hard next to Kyle’s leg that I hope the look on his face reflected what just released itself in his pants. ‘I only just found out didn’t I? And I’m letting it affect me now, and will let it affect me until I have that little shit squeezed to death in my hand.’ As I say the words I look down at the visual of my fist forming and start to laugh.

‘No, no. Physicality is too…. Straight forward. I’m going to hit him where it will hurt more than a petty beating.’

Sam’s Pov

I had to tell Emily about Fifth Street.

There was no right time except as soon as possible. I was purposely avoiding her for a week now because I had to make sure nobody would harm her if we were seen together.

On my way to her college I was hoping she was on her break and I could pull her away to tell her calmly. Parking the car I walk over the grounds but don’t see her until I get closer to the courtyard where I spot her walking through a hallway. My smile falters when I see someone halt her.

Emily’s Pov.

God, I hope I’ve studied enough for Friday’s test…. Courtney says it’s got stuff we haven’t even heard of before in the lectures. I hope she’s wrong.