Chapter 2 #2
“What the hell?” I yell as I turn to look at the open bedroom door. “Watch him.” I order Rachel, who just looks at me as if I know what’s happening. I don’t.
Once again, I sprint downstairs, ready to save my stupid best friend.
So much for routine and a calm Friday night.
I really should find some normal friends who don’t follow meme tutorials and kidnap people.
Someone who knits or crochets or something.
Definitely not someone who watches ‘how to kidnap a biker’ videos online to pass their time and then goes out and tries the damn videos as if a meme is a valid source of information.
The moment I get down the stairs that lead to the lobby of Rachel’s house, I come face to face with a blond man. A blond man who clearly just broke my friend’s door.
“Who the hell are you?” Probably a god. He sure looks like one.
Blonde hair, sharp features, tattoos that highlight his skin, and brown eyes that stare straight into my soul.
“Hello, I am Leo.” He offers me his hand, and I shake it half in shock, half planning our wedding.
No, snap out of it, Noah. You are not dating anymore, remember? Especially men who break into your friend’s house. This man is probably a criminal. Focus. Who even kicks a door down so easily? Who is he? Bruce Wayne?
“I am Noah.” I finally say after shaking his hand for what feels like eternity.
He has such soft hands. Does he use lotion? Is he single? Is he a dog or a cat person? Fuck! No! Focus! “What the hell are you doing in my friend’s house, and why did you break her door?”
He turns to look at the door, then back at me, but his hand remains in the same spot, fingers tangled with mine. “I’m sorry about that.” He says as he retrieves his hand, “ I’m here to pick up my friend. He dropped me a pin with the location.”
Of course he did. Rachel has done it again.
She found a man as crazy as she is. Because who the hell gets kidnapped and, instead of walking away, uses his free will to stay in the kidnapper’s house and text his friend?
He is clearly not that secure to the damn chair if he could text this guy.
I would bet he is not tied to it at all.
Just pretending to be bound for the plot.
Like a good boy playing into my psycho friend’s fantasies.
“Follow me.” I say as I head for Rachel’s bedroom, where his friend is tied to a chair, or pretending to be tied to a chair.
At this point, I can’t tell who’s more insane. The lady who kidnapped the guy? The man who broke her door down? Or the kidnapping victim? Hell, I might be insane as well.
When we arrive, Rachel is frozen in place, looking at the very free biker standing in front of her. The rope is gathered at his feet, and I was right. This man wasn’t really in trouble. He could have walked out anytime he wanted, yet chose to stay here and entertain the crazy lady’s biker fantasy.
“And instead of... I don’t know... Leaving, for example, you thought, ‘This would make great content for my social media accounts,’ like every normal human would do,” Rachel points out, and I am guessing that’s how Leo got tipped off about Neon Sign needing rescue.
Instead of the man with the blue hair, Leo responds; Rachel turns to look at him, and then she looks at me, totally ignoring the man.
“It sounds kind of funny if you put it that way, but it’s very on-brand for him.
” Leo says, then offers his hand to her.
“I am Leo.” He introduces himself with the same polite smile he did before.
And I am ready to jump on the kidnapping train.
We can tie them together. No one will know.
Damn it. I am starting to sound like Rachel. No, Noah, kidnapping is bad!
I throw my hands in the air, ready to surrender.
“Don’t look at me. This dude kicked your door down, introduced himself, and told me he’s here to pick up his friend.
” I point with a nod to Leo and then tilt my head to the side so I can see past Rachel.
“I’m guessing you’re his friend.” I say directly to the Neon Sign guy who’s standing in front of us.
“Bingo” He winks at me, and right now I am not sure who is prettier: the blond god who came to rescue him or the blue-haired demon who didn’t need rescue to begin with.
Maybe they have a third friend who’s even better looking than they are.
It can be a why-choose. What are the odds of three hot men being friends? Probably not that likely.
“Let’s go, lover boy.” Leo says, and the demon pouts as he is being dragged away.
I follow because I really need to know they left before I kill Rachel. And Rachel follows because she doesn’t know her own good. Clearly.
The moment they’re out of the door, I turn to Rachel.
“So, do you have any other great ideas?” I say with a smirk, following her into the living room. “How’s our weekend looking like? Are we robbing a bank? Performing a satanic ritual?”
After what I just went through, all of the above seem very likely to happen. This woman needs therapy, and I need to join her. God damn, this man was hot.