Free Controlled Chaos (Deadly Dreams Book 1) by H.T. Night Page B

try to obtain as much info as possible from this guy in the hopes of figuring him out a bit more.
    “Hey man, how’s it going?” I said to Felix.
    “Decent, you?” Felix answered.
    “Good. It’s the first time I’ve been in here. Nice place.”
    “Yeah, I guess. It’s not mine. I just work here. I’ll tell the owners you like the place.”
    “Name’s Hunter. I’m new to the area. Looking to meet new people. Have some fun, ya know?”
    Felix was looking me up and down, and I could see the wheels turning in his head as he sized me up.
    This was hilarious; he was wondering if I was looking for drugs. Big surprise: it’s probably all drug dealers thought about; the next mark. It made me sick. I couldn’t do more than introduce myself without giving away that I knew a little more about Felix than he would prefer.
    “Cool. I’m Felix. I could probably help you meet some new people. Bring you to a party, if you’d like to score.”
    “That would be great, man, thanks.”
    “Yeah, well, you know where to find me if you need...anything.”
    I nodded as I watched him go and retrieve my pizza. What are the chances that I would run into this guy? It has to be remote.
    I grabbed the pizza and told Felix I would see him around. That was the intention after all; to somehow involve myself in the world of this sick psychopath. I could feel Felix’s eyes on my back as I left the parlor, and I wondered then if he thought I was a narc or some regular dude. I was neither. I was a man who had heavy, very detailed dreams about another man. Another man I just met. It amazed me how my dreams...or more like nightmares…had become a reality, and I wondered what it all meant. More importantly, how on earth was I able to see the dirty deeds that Felix did?
    It was only a few minutes’ drive to Donna’s place from the parlor, and it occurred to me as I pulled into her driveway that Felix could very well have been her dealer of choice, as he only lived a block away from her place.
    All was forgotten for the time being. I knocked on the door, and Donna answered and asked me to come in. I fought off my attraction for her, but damn, it had been a few months. Fighting off my libido was going to be so much harder than pretending that pizza still tasted as good as it once had. ‘One slice at a time,’ I told myself. ‘One slice at a time.’

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Fourteen
     
     
    2:00 a.m. Friday Morning
     
    The movie ended at two in the morning. Donna and I snuggled on her couch. We kept our physical distance, although we were being affectionate. It was less romantic snuggling and more warmth snuggling. Her heater was down and her apartment was freezing.
    After the movie ended, Donna stood up from the couch and looked at my side of the coffee table. There were two picked-at pieces of pizza and three empty two-liter bottles of Coke.
    “Not hungry?” Donna asked, and then followed her statement by saying, “and apparently very, very thirsty?”
    “Donna things have been different lately,” I said.
    “How so?”
    I looked at Donna and wondered how much I could trust her. “What is happening to me is almost in the category of ‘unbelievable.’”
    “Which is what?” Donna asked.
    I looked at Donna and realized she never knew I was attacked. I never told her. I also never told her about the decision I had to make with Dave. She knew Dave. She knew him through me, but they were kindred drug-addict spirits.
    I had always kept my problems off the table because I knew how easily Donna was triggered into doing anything drug related. But tonight, she wasn’t a drug addict. I needed a friend. I needed a friend’s advice.
    “My life is falling apart around me in ways I never knew to be possible,” I said to Donna.
    Donna stood up from the couch, went to her hallway closet, and pulled out two more comforters for us to snuggle in. We already had three. It was cold.
    She jumped back on the couch with