"How's he doing?" I asked Chet.
"Feeling a little impatient boy?" he drawled reaching over and squeezing the jocks arm. "Be about ten minutes."
I bit my lip and pulled off Alan's sunglasses and stared at his glazed emotionless eyes. "Come on, hurry up you fucker!"
"Just chill man, we've got all day," Chet chuckled.
I jabbed a finger at his chest. "Shut the fuck up old man."
"Old man?" He smiled and flexed a bicep, "maybe four hours ago, but now I'm just another fucking horny teenager. But I gotta thank you for handing Tony to me on a plate. He put up a bit of a struggle, but that's just history, just like my old life. You'd better get used to calling me Tony, 'cos I'm Alan's best bud."
I looked down at my step-son, and smiled. He'd be nineteen next week, and I knew he wouldn't be visiting me any more. He always bought Tony with him when he visited, but just as we planned Tony got delayed and it was Chet that picked him up at the airport. When he arrived at the house, the smile he flashed at me told me Chet had taken his place.
Wisely, Alan never trusted me since his mom cut me off without any money; the bitch. But he trusted Tony, he never even checked the drink Tony gave him.
I sucked on my lip looking at Alan. Thinking about slipping on his skin taking his identity and life; Alan Swiez was going places with a sports scholarship. But what made the whole deal so sweet was taking away the only thing that bitch of an ex valued more than her wealth; her son. Once I'd got settled into Alan's life I'd start to syphon off her money.
Tony squeeze Alan's arm. "Yeah, he's ready." I grabbed Alan's lifeless arm and pulled him into the house. "Don't be too long," Tony shouted. "I wanna play some football."
"Yeah, Alan will be out in a couple of minutes I'm sure," I replied with a chuckle.
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