Jesse mutters something under his breath, then drops his head to the table and begins banging it none-too-gently.
Cage’s lips twitch. “You notice, it’s the one girl that’s causing all the problems. Those three boys are more worried about eating.”
Jesse looks up and over at Cage.
“But when they’re teenagers, they’re going to be worse than she is,” Cage finishes.
Jesse’s eyes narrow, and he points to Cage.
Cage shrugs. “Karma.”
Jesse gets up and starts walking from the room, muttering something about respect and women and what was he thinking.
When the door closes behind him, Kiki grins and claps again.
Lord have mercy on our souls.
14
DAMIAN
Lean on Dave Richards? No problem. I’m actually looking forward to it. This guy. He’s been making life hell for too many people in my life. It’s about time I get let loose.
I lean against his shiny BMW. Total pussy car. I look over to my cherry red Camaro with the black stripe and chrome rims. The contrast is night and day. Some might say I’m overcompensating. Little do they know, I’ve got no need for that, if you know what I mean.
Fucker’s taking forever, and the sun’s fucking hot today. I scroll through the latest gossip and grin at Margo Phelan’s article. She’s a fine woman and a total looker. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body built for sin. I’d give her something to write about, but she’d miss work for a couple days before she got the chance. If I ever got that woman into my bed, she’d be there for days until I had my fill.
“Hey! Get off of my car, asshole!” Richards yells.
I smirk, crossing my arms and ankles.
“What’s your problem?” he sneers when he gets close. “Do you not understand English?” He pokes me in the chest.
I look down at his finger, then back at him. “I understand English just fine, and you’re gonna want to remove that finger before I fucking break it.”
He snatches his arm back. “What do you want?”
“Davey, Davey, Davey. You and me, we need to have a talk.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“Me? I’m Damian Black.” Dave pales. Guess he’s heard of me.
“Look man…” he starts, but I hold up a hand.
“Stop. Whatever you’re gonna say is gonna make it worse, so just shut the fuck up and listen.”
Dave opens his mouth, then closes it again.
I nod. Smart choice.
“You’ve been giving a couple of my friends a hard time in your articles. You’ve also been insulting them and making bigoted references,” I begin.
“But I—”
I slide my shades up so they rest atop my head and cut him a glare. He shuts up.
“I think you can be a little nicer to them, don’t you? I mean, they’re just a couple of guys doing what a whole lot of guys do. I don’t see you giving any other gay couples a hard time. Care to explain?”
