Sequel to the Wattpad novel The Age of Aquarius
E.J. Thompson, a reclusive author and former journalist, recalls the tales of four teenage criminals as Brooke King, Caleb Wolfe, and Nessa and Johnny Phoenix had exposed a corrupt billionaire for ille...
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Caleb and Nessa backed away from the angry bouncers, who were desperate to keep their jobs. One security guard leered at Sal's duffel bag, while the other interrogates Sal and the kids.
"What the hell are you doing here?" asked one of the bouncers, as he shines his light directly in Nessa's eyes.
The girl staggered until she accidentally bumps into Caleb.
"Sorry Caleb," Nessa whispers. He casts her a forgiving smile and told the large men that they were just leaving. Jerking Sal's brown, jacket sleeve towards her, Nessa drags him out of the dingy alley.
Unfortunately for the teenaged Latina, Senile Sal was desperate to get his art supplies back.
"Hey!" Sal yells as the guards dig through his belongings, discarding colored pencils, pastel crayons, and cans of spray paint.
He yanks his arm from Nessa's tight grip, then trudged through the mud and degraded colors.
Afterward, he urged the stern bouncers to stop jettisoning his things; but sadly, they couldn't hear him over the pounding music.
"Come on!" Sal cried out. "Leave my stuff alone!"
When they refused to listen, Caleb and Nessa tried to reason with them.
Thick paint and bright colors sprawled along the floor. Sketchbooks were cast aside like yesterday's trash.
"Please!" Sal pleaded when one of the large bouncers discard his prized Purple Heart in the empty trash can. "Don't take my stuff away! I need them!"
"For what?" one of the bouncers laugh. "Your masterpieces?"
Smearing the smiley face with his fat thumb, one of the bouncers adds, "it looks as if a two-year-old drew it."
Nessa couldn't help but feel sorry for the tormented soul. Sal collapsed on the coarse floor, clinging onto one of the security guard's ankles like a child.
Caleb, on the other hand, decides to take a stand.
"Hey, assholes!" he yelled at the men. "Leave Sal alone!"
Feeling disrespected, the two guards boot the weak, old man to the side.
"And just who the hell are you kids?" one spat. "Fucking asshole!"
Nessa smiles coldly. She flung a dagger at one of the bouncers, purposely scraping his right cheek. Though it was dark outside, the first security guard could tell that the red liquid is blood.
"Jesus Christ!" one of the bouncers made an effort to alienate the kids when a tidal wave of searing agony gnawed inside his head.
Inflicted, the bouncer tries to soothe his sore forehead with his beefy hands, but the pain was too strong. It felt like he was trapped in a burning oven, with the door jammed.
