Where did you go anyway?” she inquired out loud.
“To my grandparents down the street,” I replied though I was addressing both Dylan and Finn instead of her.
“Like their new house? I bought that one before I bought this one. I didn’t want them stuck in Dorchester a minute more than they had to,” Dylan explained as he sucked from a bottle of Budweiser.
“I can make some coffee if you want me to,” I said noticing it was barely eleven in the morning and yet my cousin was already hitting the booze.
“That’s okay. Finn is the sober one and actually doesn’t start getting high until the evening but me—any time is Miller time.”
“Even if you’re drinking a Budweiser?”
“I don’t start on the Guinness until mid-afternoon. This is piss, and barely gives me a buzz.”
“Yeah, and we have business to do this evening so don’t get too far-gone,” Finn spoke up as he swigged from a large mug of coffee.
I walked over to him and kissed him on the mouth. “I ate at my grandparents so I am good but…this business you two have to do this evening, are you gonna be all right?”
“It’s a simple drop, babe. We aren’t going to rob a bank,” he replied in his mixture of Irish and Bostonian accent.
“Then you don’t mind if I go?” I inquired as I stared into his crystal blue eyes.
“Absolutely fucking not. We aren’t dealin’ with the Irish tonight—we got some Haitians to hook up with, and I don’t trust ‘em as far as I can throw them. You stay here with Lita.”
I shook my head slowly. “Finn, if you want me, if I am gonna be your girl then I have to know everything that is going on, and that means going out on drops with you two. I’m not some vestal virgin so don’t treat me like one.”
He set his mug down on the kitchen counter, and grabbed me by the arms. “Babe, this is no joke. I don’t want anything to happen to you and if they hurt one hair on your head, I’d fucking kill ‘em all, and gladly serve the time at Cedar Junction.”
“I’m not staying here with that Oxyball head. I’m going whether you want me to or not,” I said with fierce determination in my voice.
“That’s my girl.” Finn wrapped his arms around my waist. “Are you sure you’re okay? Is there anything you wanna talk about?”
I didn’t know whether we should talk about it so soon. I wasn’t even sure I had accepted the situation. It was best to just forget about everything from the past that was unpleasant but something nagged at my gut, and wouldn’t allow me to let go.
“If we are going to talk, I’d rather we do it in private,” I whispered to him.
He nodded his head. We walked outside to the backyard where there was a neatly trimmed lawn with two comfortable, cloth sun loungers. He sat down on one before he pulled me into his lap. Once he laid out, I got more comfortable and put my head on his chest.
“What happened when you went to visit your grandparents’?” he inquired, his voice deep yet soothing.
“I ran into Patrick and Clara. They had Kieran with them and nearly had a shit fit because I had shown up. Then, if my visit couldn’t get any crappier, Fiona and Chloe pay a visit after all night clubbin’ and I find out about this new business partner of yours…Brandon…isn’t that his name?”
“Yeah and he’s totally cool people. Dylan is a bit weary of him but he’s completely professional. He’s on the straight and narrow—doesn’t drink, smoke or do any kind of drugs. His mother was a big time strawberry back in Ireland…that’s how she got him. She ran away to London for a while and got caught up with a big time pimp. He had her on the streets hookin’, and he was usin’ her as well. It’s lucky Brandon is okay outside of a few anger issues he can suffer from time to time. She used drugs and drank like a fish the whole time she was pregnant with him,” Finn explained.
“I guess that explains the mark on Fiona’s arm. She said Brandon did
“To my grandparents down the street,” I replied though I was addressing both Dylan and Finn instead of her.
“Like their new house? I bought that one before I bought this one. I didn’t want them stuck in Dorchester a minute more than they had to,” Dylan explained as he sucked from a bottle of Budweiser.
“I can make some coffee if you want me to,” I said noticing it was barely eleven in the morning and yet my cousin was already hitting the booze.
“That’s okay. Finn is the sober one and actually doesn’t start getting high until the evening but me—any time is Miller time.”
“Even if you’re drinking a Budweiser?”
“I don’t start on the Guinness until mid-afternoon. This is piss, and barely gives me a buzz.”
“Yeah, and we have business to do this evening so don’t get too far-gone,” Finn spoke up as he swigged from a large mug of coffee.
I walked over to him and kissed him on the mouth. “I ate at my grandparents so I am good but…this business you two have to do this evening, are you gonna be all right?”
“It’s a simple drop, babe. We aren’t going to rob a bank,” he replied in his mixture of Irish and Bostonian accent.
“Then you don’t mind if I go?” I inquired as I stared into his crystal blue eyes.
“Absolutely fucking not. We aren’t dealin’ with the Irish tonight—we got some Haitians to hook up with, and I don’t trust ‘em as far as I can throw them. You stay here with Lita.”
I shook my head slowly. “Finn, if you want me, if I am gonna be your girl then I have to know everything that is going on, and that means going out on drops with you two. I’m not some vestal virgin so don’t treat me like one.”
He set his mug down on the kitchen counter, and grabbed me by the arms. “Babe, this is no joke. I don’t want anything to happen to you and if they hurt one hair on your head, I’d fucking kill ‘em all, and gladly serve the time at Cedar Junction.”
“I’m not staying here with that Oxyball head. I’m going whether you want me to or not,” I said with fierce determination in my voice.
“That’s my girl.” Finn wrapped his arms around my waist. “Are you sure you’re okay? Is there anything you wanna talk about?”
I didn’t know whether we should talk about it so soon. I wasn’t even sure I had accepted the situation. It was best to just forget about everything from the past that was unpleasant but something nagged at my gut, and wouldn’t allow me to let go.
“If we are going to talk, I’d rather we do it in private,” I whispered to him.
He nodded his head. We walked outside to the backyard where there was a neatly trimmed lawn with two comfortable, cloth sun loungers. He sat down on one before he pulled me into his lap. Once he laid out, I got more comfortable and put my head on his chest.
“What happened when you went to visit your grandparents’?” he inquired, his voice deep yet soothing.
“I ran into Patrick and Clara. They had Kieran with them and nearly had a shit fit because I had shown up. Then, if my visit couldn’t get any crappier, Fiona and Chloe pay a visit after all night clubbin’ and I find out about this new business partner of yours…Brandon…isn’t that his name?”
“Yeah and he’s totally cool people. Dylan is a bit weary of him but he’s completely professional. He’s on the straight and narrow—doesn’t drink, smoke or do any kind of drugs. His mother was a big time strawberry back in Ireland…that’s how she got him. She ran away to London for a while and got caught up with a big time pimp. He had her on the streets hookin’, and he was usin’ her as well. It’s lucky Brandon is okay outside of a few anger issues he can suffer from time to time. She used drugs and drank like a fish the whole time she was pregnant with him,” Finn explained.
“I guess that explains the mark on Fiona’s arm. She said Brandon did
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