For thinking he can stampede over my life.
Also, I never gave him proper payback for breaking my heart.
If Jester wants to act like a dick, fine. But I believe it’s my civic duty to put his character on full display for the world to see…
8
Jester
“Yo, Jester, there’s a dick on your Jeep.”
At Discord’s comment, my hand freezes on the driver’s door handle. “There’s awhaton my Jeep?”
Laughing, he points at something on the passenger’s side of the vehicle. “A dick. You, legit, got a fat dick on your Jeep.”
That’s a new one.
Since I got the Wrangler, there have been plenty of thingsinit. Weapons. Women. Unholy. But a dickonit? Yeah, I’ve got to go with that being a new one.
Sure as shit, when I join Discord and Havoc on the other side and get a look at what they’re snickering at… Yep. There it is. Larger than life. Keyed deep in my beautiful paint. A big ol’ dick, complete with a mean ballsack. Not sloppy. Not rushed. Nope. Elegantly etched on my Jeep by the dainty hand of one vengeful Faith Decker.
Foreplay.
I dare someone to tell me otherwise.
Fore-fucking-play.
Game on, gorgeous.
Havoc slaps me on the back. “Goddamn, Jester, I forgot how evil she can be. I’d watch my back if I were you. Push her too far, and she’ll carve you up next.”
“God, I love this woman.”
“Shame.” Discord pulls free the custom black blade he wears tucked in a shoulder sheath. “I’m busting to try out my new toy.”
“Are you insane?” Even as the words fall out of my face, I remember who I’m talking to and correct myself. “Never mind. Of course, you’re crazy. This… this is artistry. This must be honored, my dude. I mean, come on.” I hold out my arms as if I’m finger-framing theMona Lisaherself. “Splendid. The line work. The way the shaft curves ever so delicately. And the way the hairs protrude from the nutsack. Superb.”
“I think he’s finally lost his fucking mind,” Havoc remarks to his brother.
Discord nods. “No doubt.”
“Nah.” I drop my arm and shift my gaze between the brothers. “But if Faith wants to play, I’m in.”
Discord throws a hand over his mouth. “Oh, damn. This is going to be fun to watch.”
“Careful, Jester.” Havoc shakes his head and stabs a hand through his blonde hair. He flares his nostrils and peers around the parking lot as if contemplating the fate of the universe. “She came back with a fire lit under her ass.”
“Isn’t it incredible?” I walk around to the driver’s side of the Jeep, a million wicked thoughts running through my devious brain. “No one likes a cold woman.”
“Yeah, but this is Faith. She’ll burn you alive.”
“But what a way to go,” I counter Havoc’s remark as I slide in behind the wheel. “Now, if you don’t mind, get in the damn Jeep. I need a drink.”
Or twelve.
Because it’s best if I erase the image of Faith sitting across from another man. Only way to do that is with an abundance of liquor. It will help me forget, at least temporarily, how she chose a clean-cut, every-guy over me.
Not gonna lie. That shit hurt. Cut me to the bone. But I think I turned a corner on maturity or something, because instead of slitting the man’s throat like I wanted, I allowed him to walk out with all his parts intact. Make no mistake, though, if he would have jumped, I would have cut him to pieces. Made him regret ever setting eyes on Faith.
