He hasno oneholed up in this jail but me, and I can’t imagine how bored he must get when that happens. I wouldn’t put it past him to sit here and stroke his dick to porn all day.
The idea makes my stomach turn.
“Looks like South Shore’s little gang is starting to crumble like I knew it would. It was only a matter of time before you all started fucking up.”
Blowing out an exhale, I ignore his trudged-up fantasies and begin pacing the small cell because fuck me, don’t give me a prison sentence. Just stick me in a room with Muncy for the rest of my life. That’s torture enough.
“Did you and that blonde bitch fight over Wallace?” he asks, as if genuinely curious. “Was that why you shot her?”
I roll my eyes and continue walking back and forth like a trapped spider under a plastic cup.
“Hot Rod and Juice are on their way down the same trail,” he comments. “It ain’t gonna work out for them.”
Whatever.
“Your daddy would be awfully disappointed in you for causin’ all this ruckus.” He’s shaking his head as I crane my head over to glower at him. A jelly donut with powdered sugar on its way to his big-ass mouth. “It’s a shame what’s gonna happen to your two sisters. Probably end up in foster care.”
Dumbass.
That would never happen.
Hot Rod and Juice would make sure everything is handled. Levi would swoop them up. This shithead doesn’t know anything about how we just fooled everyone into believing the head—Levi—is gone.
“I can’t say I’m upset about Wallace’s death. In fact, I don’t think I’m going to be able to solve the case.” I hear him tsk. “Gangbangers and all that. No witnesses.” Not him trying at all, he means. What a waste of taxpayer money. “It’ll more than likely turn into a cold case.”
Is there anyone else here who can monitor me besides this fuck?
“Things arefinallygoing to get settled in this town,” he continues. “Peace and order.”
And less work for him to have to do. Not that he does much.
“I’m up for reelection soon. I mean, Idohave the popular vote.”
This time I scoff aloud because he doesnothave the popular anything. He’s on Emilio’s payroll, and I wouldn’t put it past either of them to rig the elections.
“What?” Muncy clips back. “You don’t think I have it?”
“I know you don’t have it,” I deadpan, unable to keep myself quiet any longer.
“You don’t knowshit, you little South Shore slut. You think because you tag along with these assholes youmeansomething? Spreading your legs doesn’t constitute asbeingsomeone. You’re nothing without them.”
Maybe so.
But I wouldn’t want to be anyone else.
I’m proud to be South Shore. I’m proud to call Roger my father. I’m proud of Levi and everything I have in my life.
Muncy seems to get flustered because he doesn’t speak anymore—to my utter relief. I continue pacing my jail cell, wondering how I’m going to get out of here and what Ellie and Mae are going to think. How this really isn’t the best time to have gotten arrested, but my anger and actions led me here, so I have no one to blame but myself.
And Nessa, let’s be real here. I wouldn’t have shot the bitch if she didn’t flip, and I can’t believe I didn’t see that one coming. I truly thought it was because she didn’t want to stay behind without us, not because she wanted to ride Levi’s cock all night.
The idea pisses me off again.
Her on his arm, the way she’d want him all to herself, the way she’d chime in during our phone conversations or wanting to go out of town on vacation with just the two of them.
I’m aware enough to admit I’m hella selfish when it comes to Levi. I’ve had him with me for way too long, and I’ve grown accustomed to being his number-one female of all time. Even when he was fucking and doing whatever else on the side.
I didn’t know the rest of them. He didn’t bring them around.
