Lies, Murder, and Charges (boyxboy)

Chapter 14 - Bail

He was sweating and swearing as he tried to haul the giant ass crate off of the ship. There was a big shipment that just had to be done that night. He lugged the last one off onto the deck and stopped to stretch a little when he heard, "Wow, you did all that by yourself?"

He turned around and instantly scowled at who he saw. Steele was standing there, looking smug in all his stuck-up ass glory.

"What the hell do you want? I'm paying your fucking debt, so shut up and just leave."

He winced as though that offended him.

"Tsk Tsk, you have such a foul mouth."

He walked up to Vail and grabbed his chin, pulling him closer. He leaned in, so close he could smell his breath.

"You should be careful, that might just get you hurt."

Vail snapped out and pushed him away. Steele stumbled back before smirking at him.

"That's the kind of thing that pisses off the wrong guys in these places."

He turned around and left Vail to his thoughts. Which, admittedly, were not so choir boy like.

He stewed as he watched Steele get into his gray Ferrari and zip out of the boatyard.

That fucking bastard was just goading him. He wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't able to hold his temper the next time they met. He stalked over and grabbed his coat. His shift was over.

He was walking down the boardwalk when his phone rang. He wasn't even going to pick up until he looked at the caller id. County Prison Jail

That was surprising. Why would Blade be calling him right now? He was scheduled to visit him in a couple of days.

He picked up and the first thing he heard was, "Where the hell are you?"

"What?"

"Fuck, man. I've been trying to get to you since this morning."

Crap. He'd turned off his phone while he was working.

"I'm going to court tomorrow."

That was good, right? "Okay... Do you want me to be there?"

There was a pause. "Just fuckin' come, okay? Don't bring Echo."

He sighed. "Alright, alright. I'll be there." He hung up and jumped in his car.

When he made it back home, he arrived to a disaster in his kitchen. The only he did was glare at the culprits that were standing there, red-handed.

They were covered in flour and sugar, having spilled all of his baking supplies.

"F-," He took a deep breath. Count to ten like the therapist said. It took a total of 3 seconds before he gave up on that. He'd never been to a therapist before!

"What the fuck did you do to my kitchen! This is my damn kitchen! No one touches it! Oh my fucking god!"

He felt like srangling them. He was that frustrated. His kitchen was the one place that was his sanctuary.

"You!" He pointed and accusing finger at one flour-covered boy. "And you!" He turned to look at the other one.

"Clean up! And pack up! I think you've overstayed your welcome here!"

Their faces fell, and they looked like all their favorite toy had just been taken away from them Neither of them said a word. They glanced at each other before trudging off to the bathroom.

"Wait! Mr. Vail! They didn't do anything wrong!" Melody ran over to him. She had flour all over her hair along with her clothes.

He glared down at her. "You're lucky I'm not getting Steele or Cliffe down here right now."