Let my girl go, Rat,” Ray said. His tone was calm, even casual, but he was staring the man down. Lab Rat let go of my forearm like it burned him, holding both his hands up in surrender. I flipped the creep off and slid into Ray’s lap. Unlike last time, he welcomed me, one of his rough hands holding my hip as I pressed kisses along his jaw. I stole the cigarette from his other hand, taking a long drag and humming as I exhaled. I glanced down at the kitchen table; there was a sheet of paper with scribbled bullet points. Across the table, a few of the Freeways were messing with the coke, cutting it up with something and separating it out into baggies. I squinted slightly. Baking soda maybe? Crushed vitamins? I lost interest quickly and turned back to Ray, taking another drag from the cigarette.
