A Disturbing Prospect, Chapter 8

I can’t get Cliff out of my head and it needs to stop. Yes he’s hot, and he makes me laugh, but I can’t get carried away. If I sleep with him more than once, I’ll end up dating him or something.

Me and my daddy issues.

catch up

Olivia

The weekend passes in a blur of work. With each shift, I’m more and more annoyed with Cliff. Still, I’ve got to tell Lucy—as soon as I get out of class. Monday came way too quickly.

“Morning,” my roommate Esther yawns as she pads into the kitchen. Dio darts around her feet, nearly tripping her. “Ay dios mio.” The tiny cat pauses and looks up at her, his head cocked to the side.

Laughing, I finish spreading cream cheese on my bagel. “You have to admit, he’s really cute.”

Esther holds up a finger. “I admit nothing.” She continues her trek to the coffee pot.

I wink at Dio. Give her a few more weeks, and she’ll be snuggling with him on the couch. I carry my bagel and coffee to our little table. It’ll be a half hour or so before Esther is even ready to go. She stumbles toward the table and joins me, her own mug clutched in both hands.

We caffeinate in silence. It’s not that Esther is standoffish. She’s just an introvert. If she’s not at work or class, she’s in her room or on the couch, reading a book. Maybe binge-watching Netflix.

“Olivia,” she says suddenly.

My head snaps up. “Yeah?”

“I just wanted to let you know,” Esther says, frowning into her mug. Her dark eyes meet mine. “Some guy came by looking for you last night.”

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A Disturbing Prospect, Chapter 7

I want a simple life. No games.

“It’s a brand new world when you realize who your father really is,” Ravage says quietly. “But you’re a better man than he was.”

I trace the insignia embroidered into the leather with a trembling hand. I need a drink.

This is my party. I might as well enjoy it.

catch up

Cliff

Besides my great big surprise, The Wet Mermaid is exactly as I expected. Mark runs me through my responsibilities for the night. It’s so straightforward, anyone could do it, but I guess they need someone who looks imposing. Mark introduces the guy I’m shadowing tonight as Beer Can, then leaves us to it.

Beer Can looks me up and down, arms crossed around his round torso. Gray streaks his black hair and beard. Despite his short stature, the dude is solid. He could be a Viking warrior. “You looking to patch in?”

Most of the guys here wear leather jackets or vests with the River Reapers insignia: a sludge reaper with water snakes wrapped around it. It’s a nod to the nationally known pollution level of the Naugatuck River due to illegal chemical plant dumping. Supposedly the river is actually clean now. Back in elementary school, kids whispered stories of two-headed fish and more sinister creatures.

I give Beer Can a shrug. I’m here for a job. At least, I thought I was. It’s really fucking weird that my P.O. would hook me up with this place.

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