Page 18 of End It All

"Fuck, get off!”

I held the back of his head, pressing his face down as I sat on his back. "Not a chance in hell."

People walked around us, no doubt imagining all the drugs we were on. Unfortunately, I was too fucking sober for the day.

"We haven't even had breakfast and you want to go on a run."

"I want you to get the fuck off me." Blake attempted to buck me, but I wasn't budging.

It wasn't my first rodeo.

"All I'm missing is a cowboy hat and I could ride you like a bull," I joked. My phone buzzed and I pulled it back out. "Fingers crossed it's Benito."

It wasn't. An unknown number appeared on the screen. My insides twisted as I answered it. “Quincy, the best lay around town."

"Yeah, in your fucking dreams. You look like you last less than five minutes," Blake shouted.

I smacked the back of his head just as Daiki spoke.

"Are you done playing around?" Daiki's voice was sharp.

Great, my new boss.

"Depends on the time of day."

"I don't know why you're still alive."

"Results. I get them consistently."

Daiki swore in Japanese, and I chose to ignore it. As much as I liked to play around, I wasn't stupid. He could make my life a living hell now that there was no one looking out for me but me.

"How many languages do you speak?" Daiki asked.

"Seven, last I checked." Why in the hell did he want to know in the first place?

"Get off me," Blake whined. I glanced down at him but he placed his hands under his chin as if he'd given up on his runaway adventure.

"Be at the address I'm sending you within an hour."

I pulled the phone away from my face to check the address. "It's almost two hours away."

"Don't be late, Quincy. My father said you're useful. I think you're nothing more than the idiot Harlow kept around to make himself look somewhat successful." Daiki hung up without another word.

Blake twisted around, and I slipped down his body. His foot connected with the middle of my chest and he shoved me back. It was like a hollow thump that resonated throughout my body. The scar there dulled any sensation, only buzzing slightly. My back hit the ground and pain flared shortly after.

"??."Shit.

Blake was up and running within seconds. I scrambled to my feet, and took one look at my favorite orange crewneck that now had a fucking footprint in the middle of the purple design. “This motherfucker.” I grunted as I took chase again. He hit a corner and took a hard right. I tried to cut him off, but Blake scaled the wall like a fucking spider and was over it before I could even fathom what he was doing.

Another phone call had me pausing in my pursuit. Benito's name was on the screen with Emica's picture on the background.Breathing heavily, I answered the phone. I was really fucking popular all of sudden.

Benito's rough voice came over the line. "Quincy, is everything okay?"

"No. You could have warned me your brother was fucking Spider-Man."

"What?"

"He climbed up a wall and ran."