Evan Arden 02.5 Uncockblockable Read Free Page B

whatever wasn’t around right at that moment.
    My cock was satisfied, but I wasn’t.
    There were plenty of options, including heading back downstairs and seeing if there were any other chicks around that looked like they might be ready for a tumble.  Honestly, though – I wasn’t in the mood.  I wasn’t in the mood to be alone, either, but I didn’t want to hang out with the crowd any more.
    My phone beeped, and I went back inside to check it.
    A text from Lee asked if I was done.  He wanted to come back to the room and refill his drink.  Chris had ditched him, and he’d been hanging out with Brian, the body painting guy we’d met earlier in the day, and they were both ticked at the price of booze in the hotel bar and wanted to drink from the private stash.  I was all right with that.  Brian was cool, and I’d been kind of fascinated by how quickly women just took off their clothes so he could start brushing various colors of paint all over their bodies.  I mean, the shit he did was beautiful; I’d just never seen anything quite like it.
    I replied that it was safe to come upstairs to the room.
    There was another text from Chris that contained a lot of exclamation points and informed me that there were some girls who heard I was here but didn’t believe that he really knew me.  He wanted me to come to the con suite and prove to them that we were buddies.
    That’s the kind of shit that pissed me off.  There wasn’t a lot that really got me going, but I could become pretty annoyed with people who were basically using me to feel like they have some sort of in with my criminal father.  If they had any idea what that meant, they wouldn’t want anything to do with getting to know me.  Chris basically using me and that relationship to get some pussy was enough to make me consider turning in for the night.
    I took in another long breath and blew it out in a huff before I switched the phone to silent, dumped my drink d own the sink, and threw myself onto the bed to get a few minutes relaxation before going back out.  My head was spinning, so I reached over and grabbed the cigarette pack inside the nightstand drawer – the one that contained my weed.
    The little baggie inside the pack was also empty.
    “Really?” I yelled out into the empty room.  “Really, Lee?  That is so not cool.”
    Never rooming with him again.  As a matter of fact, I was tempted to say , “Fuck it!” and just grab a taxi back home and stick him with the entire bar bill.  If he had come to the room right at that moment, or if I ended up back downstairs with a group of chicks wanting to ask me shit about my father, I’d probably lose my cool.
    Especially without any weed.
    No doubt – I should skip the party.
    By a mile.

Chapter 2
    Some people are just perfectly fine with infamy.
    Most people wouldn’t recognize the guy on the street, but if you had anything to do with Chicago’s illegitimate business at all, you’d probably heard the name Evan Arden.  People who didn’t even know him were scared shitless of him.
    People who knew him were also scared shitless.
    If you actually managed to get up close and personal with him, you’d figure out that for the most part, he wasn’t a bad guy at all – he had a decent sense of humor, could hold intelligent conversations, and took a lot of pride in his work.  If you spent enough time with him, you’d quickly figure out there was something inside him just under the surface, and that something was pretty intense – like a thousand-year-old volcano that was about to pop the top off a gigantic mountain.  If you had the opportunity to watch him hold a rifle to his shoulder and obliterate a little paper head on a target from five hundred yards away, you’d know just how destructive an eruption from him would be.
    The noise at the shooting range would sometime s put me on edge, but I had lucked out far more than I thought I would have when I decided to hang out with Evan Arden