He laughed openly. “Well?” I asked, not letting him get away with not answering, because if he didn’t want to do this anymore, then we wouldn’t. It would hurt like hell, but we could just walk away and never mention it again – if that is what he needed.
“Of course not. What gave you that impression?” Sitting up, he asked as he pulled me on his lap.
“I can tell something is on your mind. I don’t have a lot of experience with boys, but if you were just talking about me living with you because it was the heat of the moment, and now you are trying to figure out how to not take me back to Vegas with you, I will understand.” It would be like a fucking knife to my heart, but I would eventually make myself understand.
He looked really upset for a moment. “Well the truth is, we won’t be going back to my place to live.”
I was nodding my head on the outside and my heart was cracking on the inside. Of course he wouldn’t want to live with me, why would he?
“There is some bad shit that happened right before I came here,” he continued. “I need to get away from there. We will go somewhere else.”
My head shot up, he does want to be with me. I felt like the breath had been knocked out of me. I had a bad habit of always waiting for the worst-case scenario.
With my arms wrapped around him, I whispered, “I love you so much, big brother.”
“I love you too, baby girl.”
Laying back down, we drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 9
Pugsy and Mick
“I can’t wait to smash this little shit’s head in.” Pugsy was saying.
Mick agreed. “How fucking brainless do you have to be to take out one of our men? Did he really think he could get away with it?”
Pugsy answered, “That’s girl’s pussy must be made of gold. Boss says he never even heard of this guy before this. He figures that was his woman, and the idiot was trying to protect her.”
“Poor Damon paid the price for love,” Mick said with disgust on his face.
“I hope he has gotten it in enough, because when we get ahold of the two of them, it isn’t going to be butterflies and rainbows.” Pugsy laughed.
“How long?” Mick asked, anxious for payback of his brother.
“Five minutes.”
* * *
Rick
I stirred awake from a noise. A shatter of glass or something. Not wanting to wake Stacia up, I slipped out of bed to investigate it. Might be my parents back home early so it would be good anyway for them not to see me in her bed. Damn that would be an awkward explanation.
Walking quietly down the padded steps, reaching the bottom, I was getting ready to turn on the light, when I was sucker punched in the face, knocking me on my ass to the floor.
Shaking my head, I looked up to see two mammoth sized men staring down at me. I couldn’t make their faces out because of the darkness. The had to be Little Mike’s men. Who else would do this?
“What do you want?” I said, sounding dejected. Not that I didn’t already know.
The piggish one laughed. “Oh, he wants to know what we want, Mick. Well, we will let you know, as soon as Marva joins us.” With that, he starts bellowing the name Marva up the stairs.
“Who is Marva?” I was genuinely bewildered. That earned me a second punch, this one to my gut.
Lifting me up so I was looking eye level to him, the one piggy called Mick said, “The cunt you killed my brother over. We know she is here with you. You both disappeared at the same time.”
“I swear, I did not know that woman, or any Marva,” I sputtered, still trying to catch my breath.
“Wait, Pugsy,” Mick said, looking at the other man. “He is saying he killed my brother for the hell of it.”