Page 123 of The Saviors: Part One

“I’ll tell Daddy Axel on you, shithead. He’ll be pissed when he finds out you used my personal number on a public site.”

“I beg to differ,” Nolan laughs. “That number isn’t even registered to you. And you should be proud that many people even find you attractive.”

“It’s a gay site, Nolan! I’ve been assaulted with dick pics for the last ten minutes.”

“It was a gay site?” Sean asks, and Nolan nods. “Nice.”

“This is your fault, Sean. He’s picked up bad habits from you and Tyler,” Ari says.

“I learned from the best. Enjoy your dick pics. Jack off to them later. It might make you less of an asshole. This is payback, jackass.” Nolan stabs the end call button, looking proud of himself.

“Payback for what?” Axel asks. I watch the moment Cole realizes what he means, and then he’s laughing so hard he’s crying. “What the hell?”

“For the shit he pulled in the office that day,” Cole answers between laughs. “Right before you and Nolan got down and dirty in the bathroom.”

Axel turns to Nolan. “He was talking about you, wasn’t he?”

“Wow,” Chelsea giggles. “A little slow on the uptake, aren’t we, Axel?”

“Ha. Ha. How do you even know?”

“I told her,” Nolan says. “Then she told me to make him a fake dating profile.”

“You know, Nolan. The tires on this bus you keep throwing me under don’t feel very good. And it was not my idea.”

“Okay, it wasn’t. But you’re the one who found his social media to steal a picture.”

“Wait. Ari has social media?” I ask.

“Oh yeah. And it’s cringy as hell.”

“It is not.” Chelsea shrugs. “Ari’s kind of hot.”

Nolan gives her a look of disgust. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

Axel shakes his head with a smile, but he’s seeing what we all are. How well Chelsea fits in with all of us, making what Sean said make even more sense. “I hate to be the one who ruins all the fun, but you need to change his number. His phone needs to be available, and it won’t be with guys sending pics of their cocks constantly,” Axel says.

“Fine,” Nolan says with a pout. He opens a program on his laptop, pulls up an app, types something in, and closes it. “Done.”

“Text him his new number. Do you have anywhere we can interrogate this guy, Cupcake?”

“You can take him to the basement.”

“You have a torture chamber in your basement?” Cole says. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Chelsea’s cheeks bloom with color. “It’s not necessarily a torture chamber. More like a holding room.”

“Still hot, Ladybug.” Cole stands up. “Come on, Kai. Let’s get this asshole tied up downstairs.”

I follow him out to the truck, and we haul him out, then follow Axel downstairs to the basement. We get his arms cuffed to the chains hanging from the ceiling. “The fact that she has this down here shouldn’t turn me on,” Axel says.

“Right?” Cole laughs. “I see she learned something from her piece of shit stepdad.”

Sean comes jogging into the basement, stops, and looks around. “My dick is hard now.”

“Of course it is,” Axel comments. “Wake him up.”

I wave an ammonia capsule under the dude’s nose, and he jerks awake, his eyes swinging wildly around. “Who the fuck are you?”