Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

JOEY

"Why are you doing so much primping?" Spike asks, coming into my room without knocking.

"Can't you fucking knock? And I'm not primping."

I definitely am. Well, I've shaved, have a skin care routine, put product in my hair, and put on flavored lip balm. Using anything other than deodorant is probably primping to most of the guys in this club.

Call me delulu, but I know deep in my bones that Echo and I are meant to be. At the very least, we are meant to go on at least one date that ends in mutual orgasms. My bones do not lie. Often.

"Does your dad know you're getting dressed up for someone?" Spike smirks.

"I have a college class. I swear if you try to start shit between my dad and me-"

Spike holds up his hands in surrender. "No, no, no, I'm just looking out for you."

My eye roll is automatic. Spike doesn't even see how problematic he is. It's so fucking common in this club, and it's one of the reasons I want to leave. I could destroy him in a fight, yet liking men equals needing protecting. It's fucking annoying.

"Whatever, I'm leaving and I'm going to stay at Dolly's tonight."

I leave him there gawking after me as I leave.

Staying at Dolly's is a great idea. Now and then I need a break from the club and everyone in it. Dolly is someone my dad knows and trusts. Dolly is a man and gay, yet my dad has never suspected we might be a thing. It's a little bit insulting, but also a huge relief. He never gives me the third degree when I tell him I'm with Dolly. We've known each other since high school. He was one of the few people who wasn't scared to be friends with me because of who my dad is.

I take my cut off and throw it in my bag in the back seat. I don't actually have to be at college for a while, but I think I'll get a coffee and study or scroll through social media. I'm usually just on time for college, so I don't get to do this.

I wonder if Echo is a sit around and drink coffee first? Somehow I don't think so. He may not talk a lot but I get the impression he's super busy always. He always comes to class clean and smelling absolutely delicious, but he just has that aura of someone who has a lot on their plate.

If he was my man, I would be so good at helping him take stuff off of his plate. And his body. He'd come home from work, and I'd be waiting with a snack and a blow job.

I need to stop thinking about his cock when I'm driving. It's practically impossible, though. Until I get that man naked, he's all I'm going to think about. It probably won't stop then.

It is idiotic to be so wrapped up in a guy who's sexuality I don't know and when I plan to move four hours away in a year's time. It's stupid. Absolutely ridiculous. Still going to do it though.

I get to the coffee shop and order a mocha. The woman behind the counter whips it up for me and a few minutes later I am enjoying my chocolatey caffeine. Seriously, coffee and chocolate is one of the best inventions ever. After dildos. Obviously.

On that note I pull out my phone and open my messaging app.

Me

Hey doll, can I stay at your apartment tonight? I'm hoping to hang out with this guy from my class, but he's probably going to say no, so I was thinking we could hang?

Doll

Are you seriously making a backup date with me?

Me

Yes. Food is my treat.

Doll

I will be your backup always. If you do score with the hottie, order me a chicken and sweetcorn pizza with loaded fries and a cherry soda.

Me

So weird you eat sweetcorn on our pizza. Sure thing, though.

Doll

I saw someone on TikTok do it. Total game changer.

Me

If you say so. Gotta go to class. Wish me luck.

Doll

I'll do you one better...I wish you COCK.

I love how supportive he is.

I finish my drink and decide to head over to class. Maybe I'll get lucky and Echo will be waiting for the class to start as well. I will do whatever I can for more time with that man.

I head to my car. I should have parked closer to my class building, but this coffee shop is just fire. I don't even get the chance to pull my keys from my jeans pocket when someone is grabbing me from behind and holding a napkin over my mouth.

Who in fucknation thinks they can try to kidnap me? I'm Joey fucking Danvers, son of Dragon. No one is going to kidnap me and get away with it.

I go limp, because everyone knows how hard it is to carry dead weight. And I am not a small man.

"Open up you stupid fucking van door, this motherfucker is heavy," my would be attacker yells. He's…talking to himself? Or the van?

Is he shitting me? He's covering my mouth, yet he's screaming the place down. Who the fuck is sending an idiot to kidnap someone? The answer is instantaneous.

The Red Devils.

They are constantly trying to move in on the Lost Knight territory. Dumbasses.

It's possible they want me to ransom me to my dad or because they think I might have information. Either way, they are fresh out of luck.

Because they are not getting me in that van.

Just as I'm about to make my move, I hear a voice that rolls over me in the best way possible.

"Take your hands off of him. Now."

I think it's a testament to how hot I am for Echo that I manage to get an erection mid being attacked.