I rolled my eyes. Between my two friends I wasn’t sure who was the bigger dick, not from a sexual perspective but the ability to outdo each other’s dirty mouths.
“Hey, handsome.” I was about to open the car door and turned as a brunette in a tight black miniskirt and a silver tank embossed with the words, ‘lick me’ that barely covered her tits, neared us. “I’m thirsty, would you like to buy me a drink?” She rolled the tip of her tongue over pink lips that looked like she’d sucked one too many cocks in her young life. I put her around seventeen, my sister’s age, and the idea she was out here at this time of the night among men that preyed on girls her age, made my stomach turn.
Austin and I exchanged looks before I downed the rest of my drink. “Sorry, I’ve just quenched mine.” I shrugged, gesturing to the empty bottle in my hand.
“Fuck, girl, don’t you have school tomorrow,” Austin’s quip earned him a scowl that turned her pretty face inside out. Bastard that he was, his brow shot. “Jesus, where’d that pretty face go or is that a version of your pussy?” he snorted. She stalked off. I shook my head at him. “What?” He chuckled. “You gave up that sweet ass for the warm pussy back home and you’re looking at me like I just fucked her.”
“Will you ever change?” Sometimes I wondered why I kept him around as a friend and then I’d remember all the shit we’d gotten up to. He was the one constant in my life who never held me accountable for anything. If I decided something, good or bad, he stuck by me. The other being Zena Sen. “Nobody will ever be as beautiful as her or compare, you know that.” I flexed my hands to get the blood circulating. Austin cursed under his breath. Oddly, I could never get my best friend and my girlfriend to like each other. War erupted the second they spent more than five minutes in the same room. Still, they tolerated each other for me.
After the kidnapping, our relationship saw good days and bad. While we survived, there were times I felt Zena withdraw from me. We’d both changed over the years. I’d become an arrogant asshole who challenged everything and she sweetly submissive. She’d seen me at my worst and my best and was the one person I could count on when I needed a moral boost. Zena Sen was the woman I’d love for the rest of my life. Only, she didn’t fully believe me and while she hadn’t verbalized it, I’d seen it in her eyes when I’d catch her looking at me. When I questioned her about it, she’d wave off the notion with a ‘you’re too hot for me’ comeback. I’d laugh it off but often found myself wondering why.
“Which of you two assholes insulted my sister?” someone grunted, bringing me out of my reflections with a frown. A tall guy with ugly-assed tattoos that made him look like a kid’s scribbled version of a coloring book, stood with his hands on his hips and his black eyes riveted on me.
“Your sister?” Austin answered.
The dude’s gaze shifted as the ‘lick me’ girl arrived at his side. “Which one, Tinker?”
“Tinker?” Austin blew out on a hard laugh. “Let me guess? Earned that from all the men tinkering with your scowling pussy.”
“You fucking asshole.” Her brother flew at Austin.
I stepped in front of my friend, catching the other man with a grunt-shuddering punch to the gut. The man folded over and dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach. Eyes burning with rage, he glared at me, the threat to get me evident. Cursing, I kneed him in the forehead. He fell on his backside, his hand flying to the back of his head that connected with the concrete floor. His sister hurried to his side, screaming a name I didn’t bother to note.
“We need to get out of here, cops are on their way.” Desmond slapped my back, having returned without me noticing. “Shit. You started another one, without me.” He chuckled. “Let’s go.” He slid behind the wheel of his Chevy van.
Austin jumped into the driver’s seat of my car and I took the passenger seat. The engine roared to life and a couple seconds later, so did fifty other cars before we were all snaking toward the exit.
Chapter 23
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LORENZO (37YRS)
Remo was waiting outside the club for me. He’d called thirty minutes ago letting me know the D’Angelo’s had attacked our warehouse.
Over the last four weeks, my men had painted Jersey with D’Angelo’s blood until we got what we wanted. And with that came the retaliation, I’d been expecting. Still, it didn’t faze me. Like Dario always said, I had the patience of a saint, but I’d been a determined motherfucker the second my father’s sperm left his body. I might be the drug lord of New York city, but mess with my family and I didn’t take revenge, I got even.
