106. Neal

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"I'll fucking kill him," Nickson growls.

"Hey man, calm down."

Nickson searches the area for anything that can be used as a weapon with his eyes. He picks up a broken tree branch just big enough to be used as a stake. An evil grin infects his face as he grips the stick with great pleasure.

"This looks about right."

I sigh and shake my head in disappointment. What are the girls gonna think about this?

Then out of nowhere Faine and Jeremy walk up behind us.

"What the fuck man!" Jeremy growls louder than Nick had done.

"Where the hell have you been?!" He looks like his head is about to explode. Like he's ready to knock one of us upside the head. It takes me back to the gang days...

Nickson inches over to Jeremy in an attempt to tower over him. "Fixing a long lost problem."

Jeremy and Faine turn their heads and look around the corner. Phil lays on the ground with his arms and legs tied up with rope. His mouth is taped shut. He's knocked out.

"Where did he come from? I thought he went missing?", Faine asks.

"That's what we all thought until I saw him in the crowd at the graduation. And it made me think to myself, 'What would Phil be doing at a high school graduation for a bunch of 18-year-old girls?'" I raise an eyebrow and the rest of the guys immediately get my point.

"Solane..." Jeremy whispers as he seems to have calmed down a little.

"Bingo, bitch." Nickson laughs as he examines the stake, dragging his fingers slowly over the surface.

"Who wouldn't want the girl who messed up your foot and your plans dead? Especially when her escape was your one-way express ticket to hell." I try not to make my sentences come out as a joke.

"Come on, let's go." Faine signals Jeremy and me with his hand. "Nick, hurry up and get your shit done. We're all in the car waiting with the girls. Melissa is getting impatient."

Nick grins at the thought of her. The things lust can do to a guy is crazy. I roll my eyes as we all start walking back to the parking lot.

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