A small grin found my face. It felt like I actually may have earned a little respect. I let out a hollow whistle, and Lockjaw released Aaron’s arm, leaving it bleeding profusely. “Take care of him or leave him there. It is up to you.” With a growl, I snatched Aaron’s keys out of the box and chucked them directly down at his face. “Consider your membership revoked.”
The lockbox lid clicked as I snapped it shut, and with a final nod at Seth and Vil, I stepped over Aaron’s screaming, writhing body and left Hoppa’s. Lockjaw hopped up into his seat, and I made sure to ruffle his ears a bit to thank him for a job well done. “Who’s Mama’s good boy?” His tongue rolled out of his mouth, and he panted happily, so I kissed his nose. “Should we go see Colin?”
