“Love you too, Turtle. Now get your ass in the shower. I’m gonna fuck the worry right outta you.”
“Ooh, goody.”
He laughed and followed me into the bathroom.
* * *
Cash
I walked into the shop the next morning to find Gloria waiting for me, her hair styled eerily similar to the way Teagan did hers and I frowned.
“Hi Cash,” she said, scurrying to keep up with me as I rounded the counter. “Did you get my care package?”
“How the fuck did you get my address, Glo?” I demanded, turning to face her.
She stepped back slightly and swallowed. “Um, well, I uh, got it from the file.”
“What file?”
“In the back.”
“Did you ask anyone if you could get my address from the file in the back?” I sneered.
She dropped her eyes to the floor. “Um, well, no.”
“What the hell gave you the idea that you could come to my house uninvited?”
“Come on, Cash, Teagan’s all wrong for you. You know it. I mean, she bought an ID to get into a club and she’s not even twenty-one.”
“Were you the one who ratted the girls out?” I hissed.
She shrugged. “They could have invited me.”
“Jesus, you fuckin’ cunt.”
Gloria frowned. “Come on, Cash. Teagan’s young and kind of a bit—”
“You shut your goddammed mouth.” I grabbed her arm and dragged her (gently but firmly) into the parts room before releasing her. “Clue in, bitch. This is me calm. You ever come to my house again, I will fucking lose my shit, got it?”
“But Cash—”
“Ever,” I snapped. “You are not welcome there.”
“But we have something special.”
“We have nothing, Gloria. I don’t know where your fuckin’ head’s at, but I’m with Teagan, and she’s it for me, yeah? You’re nothing,” I bit out. “Steer clear of me. And let me be clear, steer clear of Teagan as well. Got it?”
She nodded, but she scowled doing it.
“And I’d find a new hair stylist if I were you.”
I stormed out of the room and straight back to the club. I decided to talk to my dad before taking this issue up the chain to Hatch. Lucky for me, he was in his office.
“Come in,” Dad called when I knocked on the door. “Hey, bud.”
“Hey,” I said, flopping into one of the chairs across from his desk.
“Shit mornin’?”
