BLURB:
Everyone has been the victim of Chris' pranks in the run-up to Halloween, and he doesn't appear to be in a hurry to stop. Despite almost getting one of the park's employees fired.
Finn decides Chris needs to be taught a lesson and what better way than to give him a taste of his own medicine? With a little help from his friends, he sets about organizing the prank to end all pranks - on an epic scale - using Chris' biggest fear against him!
EXCERPT:
PROLOGUE
Finn danced around on stage, hopping from
one foot to the other and shaking his ass like a meerkat possessed. The kids
laughed loudly and screamed at the top of their voices at his antics. Finn
grimaced as he shimmied again. He wondered how hilarious they'd find it if they
knew the reason for his over exuberance was the fact that he felt as though he
had a million fire ants crawling over his skin—and it didn't take a genius to
figure out why!
There were still two days left before
Halloween and Chris had started his annual spate of pranks three days ago. Finn
and the rest of the park had had just about enough. It had started with small
stuff—classics if you will. Such as cling film on the toilet in the locker
room. One leg of Finn's pants sewn up so he couldn't get them on. Fake calls
for people over the announcement system and, of course, the buzzer in the hand
and whoopee cushions on the roller coaster.
But then he got cocky. Alfie, the hot dog
vendor had been taken down a strip or two by his supervisor when the ketchup
had been replaced with hot sauce. Katie had spent her entire morning cleaning
up the fake blood that had been sprayed all around the medical room. Not to
mention the hideous stench in the haunted house, which turned out to be a decomposing
trout being held tightly by the vampire in the bed. It had taken Max, the ride
operator, two days to find it and another to get rid of the smell.
Now itching powder in his Monty suit? Finn
tried to do his final soft paw shuffle without screaming, and then practically fell
through the curtain in his haste to get off. This was the last straw. He burst
into the locker room to find Chris curled into the fetal position, arms wrapped
around his waist as he rocked back and forth at his own hilarity. How he
managed to wait until the heavy door had closed behind him before he spoke,
Finn would never know; but as soon as it did he let out a stream of profanity
that would make Aunt Patti proud.
"Get me out of this, you
asshole!"
"Not until you promise not to hurt
me," Chris said, holding up his hands in surrender.
"Hurt you?" Finn shouted so his
voice wasn't muffled by the head he wore. "I’m not gonna hurt you. I'm
gonna fuckin' kill you!"
"Come on, man," Chris laughed.
"Where's your sense of humor? It's Halloween!"
"Not for two days you dipshit, now get
this fucking thing off me!"
It took a lot longer to get Finn out of the
suit than usual, mostly because Chris was laughing too hard to be of much use.
But he eventually stood beneath the warm spray of the shower, scrubbing at his
skin with soap in itching places he didn't even know he had places that could
itch. He picked up the shampoo bottle and hesitated before he poured some into
his palm. Could he trust that Chris wouldn't be stupid enough not to have
doctored the bottle? He put the bottle back on the shelf. He wasn't that
stupid. Soap would do until he got home. Finn sighed heavily. Chris needed to
be taught a lesson. Unfortunately, Chris was so thick-skinned, it would have to
be a lesson of mammoth proportions.
What the hell could he do? Killing him
would be illegal, albeit extremely satisfying. If he only had himself to think
about, he might consider it, but he doubted Aiden would be all that impressed
if he was doing twenty-five to life in California State. Finn shook his head
against the thought. No, he refused to sink to Chris' level. He'd threaten him
with bodily harm and wait it out. Two days. Two little days and it would be
over. He'd come out the bigger person, his dignity intact.
Finn didn't notice the change in water
pressure until it was too late to get out of the way of the suddenly freezing
cold water. He squealed like a scalded cat and pressed his body against the
tiles behind him—then squealed again as the cold ceramic touched his skin.
"Chris!"
Fuck being the bigger person. Fuck taking
the mature approach. And fuck Chris Rawlins—he was going down.
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