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With her father missing, Shay will do anything to get him back, even if that means teaming up with a cruel gang leader and his band of psychotic men.
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SO COLD
Enraged, Cole left four missed calls. I decided to let him cool off for a little while before picking up. When I finally did answer, I couldn't help but inflame the situation and his hot-blooded temper. "Hi, Cole. What's wrong? I can hear your heavy breathing on the other end of the line. Have you got asthma?"
"Why the fuck are you at the bottom of a lake?" he growled thunderously loud, exploding.
"I took a night swim."
"How did you get it off?"
"I called the police. The operator hung up on me which I was very surprised about. I don't think that's even legal and if it is, she should be fired and a legislation should be made – named after me, of course. Anyway. She thought I was joking and told me I could get in trouble if I called again. I'm planning on suing her–"
"Get to the goddamn point. Jesus Christ."
"I went to A&E. I spun a story about how my piece of shit boyfriend –spoiler alert, that's you– was trying to spice up our sex life and brought this vibrating band. He put it on my wrist and now it won't come off. I was mortified and the nurse didn't want to know any more details. Long story short I was in there for half an hour and she removed it for me. I then drove over to the pier and passed on your shitty gift to the fishes. Are you impressed? Your silence tells me you're impressed." I flashed my headlights at another driver; in thanks as I took the opening she offered.
"Shay?" he started off kindly.
"Yeah?"
"I should've fucking killed you when I had the chance."
"My pussy is wet."
"Come and see me."
"We're quoting PND now?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"That's because you have shitty music taste."
"Go to Millie's café."
"It's late. It's closed."
"I own it. I'll see you in ten minutes."
"No thanks. I don't feel comfortable being alone with you."
He sighed in exhaustion. "I want to see you. Please, Shay."
"No," I said firmly. "You'd likely trap me in the closet or kill me and chop my limbs up and put it in the blender and serve me as a smoothie to clueless customers for £3.99."
"I miss you."
"You're trying to play on my emotions to trick me into seeing you," I parked the Shogun and killed the engine. "You're a crafty bastard. I need to go. I'll call you later at four in the morning so we can talk dirty."
