Coffee Shots

6 | He's Out

Oliver's PoV

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"Oli!! Oli!!"

Who in their sane minds was shouting at this ungodly hour? Didn't they know it was 3 a.m.?? Grunting to myself, I stood up, and walked towards the door. As soon as I swung open the door, the aggressive knocking stopped. There he was. Elliot.

"Ugh. Why are you here?"

"Seriously?! SERIOUSLY?!"

"Okay firstly, calm down. My ears are still numb from before. Secondly, what?"

Elliot was fuming with anger, that was for sure. His face was red, not sure whether that was from the chilly weather outside or the anger. It frightened me a little, but I didn't want to admit that to him.

"Do you not know the news?"

"What news", I frowned.

"He's out."

My eyes widened, and fear gripped me. He was out? So soon? Didn't he still have few years left-

I must have said that out loud, for Elliot answered.

"Yes he did. But he has contacts."

Now I was freaking out. As if on cue, my phone rang. I let out a groan when I saw the caller's name.

"Who is it?", Elliot asked.

"It's Lynch."

"Put the call on speaker."

I swiped the answering button and put the phone on speaker.

"Boys, I need you both to come down at the pub asap!"

"Well hello to you too, Sir."

Elliot rolled his eyes while I suppressed a chuckle.

"You wanna be funny? Come down and I'll show you how funny this is."

"Sorry Sir. We'll be there in few."

He cut the call immediately. That dude seriously needed to learn the magic words.

Elliot was already starting his bike.

"Hurry up."

Nodding my head, I locked my house and walked out. On the way, I glanced at Cecilia's house. It was dark. 'She must be asleep, dufus.' Yeah probably. As soon I was about to turn away, I saw a car stop by her gate. A tall man got out with a large strolley-bag. 'Who's he?', I asked myself curiously.

Elliot though was getting impatient, and honked his horn thrice in that single minute. I rolled my eyes and hopped on the seat behind him. I hadn't even secured myself when he revved the engine up and drove off. Impatient brat, I'm telling you.

Soon, we were at the pub. Even though it was 4 in the morning, the pub looked lively. It's parking was full with Harleys and people were smoking cigarettes outside. We parked our bike at the corner of the pub and walked in. As soon as we entered the main room, someone shouted my name out loud.

"OLIVER! OVER HERE!"

Elliot looked at me sympathetically, while we made our way to the source of that voice.

"Let's get talking, shall we? Have a seat."

We hopped onto the nearest stools by the bar. After ordering a beer, I turned to face Lynch.

"What's new?", I broke the ice.

Lynch looked at me with a smug face.

"I think you already know what's new."