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“He WAS a cheapskate,” she said, raising her shot glass. “And may he rot in cheapskate hell.”
“Wow,” he said after drinking his shot. “He must have really been an asshole to you.”
She scowled. “I practically raised him,” she said, her eyes slightly glossy. “I spent most of my childhood wiping his nose and making sure he was fed. See, our dad died when we was really young and mom, well she was always working. I mean she fucking worked two jobs so we’d have a roof over our head! Anyway, my no-good brother had the audacity to tell me to fuckoff when I really needed him last year. I’d lost my job, my husband had cheated on me, and I needed some money. I asked if he could borrow me some until I got myself back on my feet and he said no. Can you believe that shit?”
He poured her another shot and handed it to her. “That is bullshit. You don’t do that to your family,” he said as she downed the shot. “ Especially to a sister who sacrificed so much for her little brother growing up.”
“You got that right,” she slurred, her eyes raking over his chest. She laid a hand on his pecks to steady herself. “By the way, I love your t-shirt.”
The way she was looking at him now was clear that she loved what was underneath the t-shirt even more. “It’s a little tight,” he replied. “Not mine.”
She caressed his chest. “You must workout. If your t-shirt’s too tight, maybe you should remove it, handsome.”
He smiled. “How about one more shot, first. I’m a little shy.”
She burst out laughing. “Oh, you are a tease aren’t you? Okay. One more shot and then maybe we can lose my nephew for a little while and have ourselves a little private party?”
“Maybe,” he said, smiling.
He poured two more shots and as she drank hers down, he quickly flung his over his shoulder instead of into his mouth. Fortunately, she was much too drunk to notice.
“Lithen,” she said, trying to focus out of the one eye she had open. “I’m…”
Then both of her eyes rolled back into her head. He caught her before she hit the floor.
“Now that’s a lightweight,” said Bryce, lifting her into his arms. “Hey, Luke?”
“Yeah?” he answered from down the bar. He’d been sitting there and watching the entire time.
“She’s out. I’m going to take her back upstairs and put her into bed. We’re out of here as soon as I come back.”
“Okay.”
Bryce carried Belinda upstairs, tucked her in, and stuck her gun into the back of his pants. As he was making his way back downstairs to Luke, he heard voices and his blood ran cold.
“Who in the fuck are you, kid?” growled Charlie.
“Um, I’m Belinda’s nephew,” said Luke.
There was a long pause. “Is that so?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Tell me kid, does your aunt know this?”
He snorted. “She was just down here talking with me. She had a couple shots of tequila and then needed to lie down.”
Bones chuckled. “Sounds like her.”
“You arrive here all by yourself?” asked Charlie. “You’re daddy or mommy isn’t around?”
“I’m not two years old,” snapped Luke. “No, my mother and father are not here. They’re both dead.”
“Shit, sorry kid. Good thing your aunt is still alive.”
“Yeah, I love Belinda.”
Bryce didn’t know what to do. He had a gun but there were more of them and obviously they were armed. He snuck upstairs into Belinda’s bedroom and opened up the window.
“Where’ you going, sexy?” slurred Belinda, looking up from the bed as he began climbing out.
“You’re boyfriend’s back,” he whispered. “Belinda, we just had such an amazing round of sex, I mean it was spectacular! Lord knows he’ll probably kill me if he finds us together.”
She gave him a lopsided smile. “It wath pretty fucking awthome,” she slurred. “You’d better get out of here while you haf the chance. Charlie’s got a real bad temper.”
He nodded. “Take care of your nephew, Luke. He’s
“He WAS a cheapskate,” she said, raising her shot glass. “And may he rot in cheapskate hell.”
“Wow,” he said after drinking his shot. “He must have really been an asshole to you.”
She scowled. “I practically raised him,” she said, her eyes slightly glossy. “I spent most of my childhood wiping his nose and making sure he was fed. See, our dad died when we was really young and mom, well she was always working. I mean she fucking worked two jobs so we’d have a roof over our head! Anyway, my no-good brother had the audacity to tell me to fuckoff when I really needed him last year. I’d lost my job, my husband had cheated on me, and I needed some money. I asked if he could borrow me some until I got myself back on my feet and he said no. Can you believe that shit?”
He poured her another shot and handed it to her. “That is bullshit. You don’t do that to your family,” he said as she downed the shot. “ Especially to a sister who sacrificed so much for her little brother growing up.”
“You got that right,” she slurred, her eyes raking over his chest. She laid a hand on his pecks to steady herself. “By the way, I love your t-shirt.”
The way she was looking at him now was clear that she loved what was underneath the t-shirt even more. “It’s a little tight,” he replied. “Not mine.”
She caressed his chest. “You must workout. If your t-shirt’s too tight, maybe you should remove it, handsome.”
He smiled. “How about one more shot, first. I’m a little shy.”
She burst out laughing. “Oh, you are a tease aren’t you? Okay. One more shot and then maybe we can lose my nephew for a little while and have ourselves a little private party?”
“Maybe,” he said, smiling.
He poured two more shots and as she drank hers down, he quickly flung his over his shoulder instead of into his mouth. Fortunately, she was much too drunk to notice.
“Lithen,” she said, trying to focus out of the one eye she had open. “I’m…”
Then both of her eyes rolled back into her head. He caught her before she hit the floor.
“Now that’s a lightweight,” said Bryce, lifting her into his arms. “Hey, Luke?”
“Yeah?” he answered from down the bar. He’d been sitting there and watching the entire time.
“She’s out. I’m going to take her back upstairs and put her into bed. We’re out of here as soon as I come back.”
“Okay.”
Bryce carried Belinda upstairs, tucked her in, and stuck her gun into the back of his pants. As he was making his way back downstairs to Luke, he heard voices and his blood ran cold.
“Who in the fuck are you, kid?” growled Charlie.
“Um, I’m Belinda’s nephew,” said Luke.
There was a long pause. “Is that so?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Tell me kid, does your aunt know this?”
He snorted. “She was just down here talking with me. She had a couple shots of tequila and then needed to lie down.”
Bones chuckled. “Sounds like her.”
“You arrive here all by yourself?” asked Charlie. “You’re daddy or mommy isn’t around?”
“I’m not two years old,” snapped Luke. “No, my mother and father are not here. They’re both dead.”
“Shit, sorry kid. Good thing your aunt is still alive.”
“Yeah, I love Belinda.”
Bryce didn’t know what to do. He had a gun but there were more of them and obviously they were armed. He snuck upstairs into Belinda’s bedroom and opened up the window.
“Where’ you going, sexy?” slurred Belinda, looking up from the bed as he began climbing out.
“You’re boyfriend’s back,” he whispered. “Belinda, we just had such an amazing round of sex, I mean it was spectacular! Lord knows he’ll probably kill me if he finds us together.”
She gave him a lopsided smile. “It wath pretty fucking awthome,” she slurred. “You’d better get out of here while you haf the chance. Charlie’s got a real bad temper.”
He nodded. “Take care of your nephew, Luke. He’s
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