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But when someone begins stalking Felix, he is left to question who Lane is and what actually happened to him. Together, Felix and Lane will be forced to see just how far they will go to protect each other.
Being chased by cops, kidnapping a man, and breaking into a drug operation seems to be his normal since arriving in Lane’s life. Felix may be out of his element, but one thing he is sure about is that he doesn’t want to leave, even if it costs him his life.
251 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 17, 2018
I walk over to the safe and pull Lane down next to me. I swing the door open and look in at a really nice collection of guns.Felix was a lot of fun, and very similar to Leland from "Hitman's Guide", just quite a bit less "Leland". Leland-lite, if you will. Not quite so over-the-top all the time.
“Ooh.”
“Can you tell me what they are?” Lane asks as he hovers over the safe.
“There are some little pew pews and a couple of big pew pews.”
“You’re useless.”
“Felix is just impressed because he can’t make oatmeal,” Lane says as he slowly walks into the room.The jokes didn't really bother me, mainly because Lane's gruff, no-nonsense personality made him seem like someone who would appreciate not being coddled or treated any differently due to his sightless condition. Also, because Lane gave as good as he got.
“Lane, you’re going to run into something, step to your right.”
Lane, trusting me like the good man he is, steps to the right and bumps into the counter.
“Fuck,” he growls as I start laughing.
“That’s what you get for being mean to me.”
He smiles and passes by me, leaving me in the house alone with the man who hates my guts. That’s alright, I’ve lived with people that hated me before. How could this one be any worse?
“I’ve actually been held at gunpoint before by a drug dealer my mom was beating with her purse.”
“She was trying to save you?”
“Oh God, no. He was trying to get her to back the fuck off and was using me as a hostage, but she didn’t much care. I think when you grow up with a mother like mine, you just go along with everything life throws at you. You’re like ‘oh, there’s some meth where the cereal is supposed to be? alright, push that to the side.’”
“You want to know the worst thing about being blind?”
“Not seeing anything?”
“No, it’s not seeing the look on your face when I leave your ass here and never come back,” he says.
“Ow!” I snap as I grab my head. It feels like I should have a welt the size of an egg on my head.
“Did that hit you?” he asks as he tries to hide a grin.
“I’m going to have a brain tumor now.”
“I don’t see anything,” he says as he looks quite content with himself. “Not even a red spot.”
“Hmm. I’m going to buy you cat food for lunch,” I say.
“Want to play a driving game?” I ask.
“What game?” he asks suspiciously.
“What about I-spy?” I ask.
“I spy with my little eye a cruel asshole who thinks he’s funny.”
“Me?” I guess.
“Congrats,” he says.
“Lane, you’re going to run into something, step to your right,” I say.
Lane, trusting me like the good man he is, steps to the right and bumps into the counter.
“Fuck,” he growls as I start laughing.
“That’s what you get for being mean to me,” I say.
I look in the rearview mirror. “Hey…well…I’m sorry to ruin you bashing my life, but I think we’re being followed.”
“What kind of car?”
I look in the rearview mirror. “A black and white one with sirens on top.”
He sighs. “I told you that you were driving erratically.”
“You don’t think perchance it was because you shot two people and I hijacked a car?” I ask as I look back again. The lights aren’t on yet, so I try to keep to the speed limit without losing my mind.
“Can you tell me what they are?” Lane asks as he hovers over the safe.
“There are some little pew pews and a couple of big pew pews,” I say.
“You’re useless.”