The Bad Boy’s Piggy Bank Deal Chapter 2

"Even the Boy Scout gets into trouble, huh?"

"Consider this the down payment."

I froze, stunned that he agreed so quickly.

Shane pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Kyle, track Ethan’s location. Yeah, the Valedictorian, Ethan."

When he hung up, I grabbed his sleeve. "Can I go too?"

He glanced at me. "You get carsick?"

"No!" I answered way too fast, terrified he’d change his mind.

Shane raised an eyebrow, then suddenly bent down and scooped me up like a sack of potatoes, tucked me under his arm, and marched toward a black motorcycle by the curb.

I barely got the helmet on before the engine roared and we shot forward.

He drove like a maniac. He ran three red lights and weaved through traffic like he had a death wish.

My stomach started to churn. My vision went black around the edges.

When the bike slammed to a halt, my breakfast surged up to my throat. The inside of the helmet filled with the sour smell of fermentation.

Oh no. I was gonna hurl.

"Shortstack, if you dare puke in my helmet, you're dead!" Shane’s voice yelled.

He ripped the helmet off my head just in time.

The world suddenly got bright. I swallowed the vomit back down—hard—and stood there with tears and snot smearing my face.

He lifted me off the bike like a wet kitten, looking disgusted, and shoved a bottle of water into my hands. "Rinse."

I was so dizzy I just chugged half the bottle.

He stared at me, eyes wide, like he was looking at a ghost.

I felt awkward. Was that not right?

Shane parked the bike and frowned at the factory ahead. "Why would a straight-A student run off to a dump like this?"

His crew pulled up on their bikes behind us.

"Yo, is this place haunted?" Kyle asked, shivering.

Shane walked in front, glaring back at him. "Shut up."

"But Boss, this place is slated for demo. I saw the 'Demolition' sign on the wall. Kid, what's your brother doing here? If he gets buried alive, we won't find the body for years."

My hand shook, and I almost dropped the piggy bank. My voice trembled. "My brother is scared of ghosts. Do you think a ghost ate him?"

The gang members behind us gasped and exchanged terrified looks.

Shane scoffed. He reached out and ruffled my hair. "If a ghost ate him, I’d make it spit him out."

His words made me feel weirdly safe.

We searched room by room until we found him in the furthest workshop. My brother was sitting on a wooden chair, back to us. His hands were tied behind him with rope, and he was trying to saw through it using the sharp edge of the chair.

"Ethan!" I couldn't help but scream.

My brother whipped his head around. His eyes went round when he saw us.

"Lily? What are you doing here?"

His expression wasn't just surprised; it was embarrassed.

Shane raised a brow and signaled the guys behind him. Two of them stepped up and cut the ropes.

I rushed forward and hugged him, tears streaming down my face. "You didn't come home! I was so worried! I thought bad guys took you!"

Ethan’s face stiffened. He patted my back. "I... I just went to celebrate Chloe’s birthday. I lost a game. They were going to come untie me in half an hour."

Shane let out a cold laugh.

"This place is in the middle of nowhere. It takes thirty minutes just to drive here from the city. You think she's coming? I saw her eating breakfast with Jared."

Ethan’s face instantly turned pale.