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of pleasure. Naughty imagines flashed in my mind of Christian’s naked body on top of mine and I instantly blushed, remembering my brothers were in front of me.
“You’re the best, Billie, I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay, bye,” I said giddily.
“Bye.” I could hear his smile across the phone.
“Bye.” I giggled then hung up. I felt three sets of eyes laser past my skin and through my skull.
“Who the fuck was that?” Donnie asked while crossing his arms over his chest. “Another wetback?”
That’s it . I was a very, very patient person, but there was only some much that I could take from them. Calmly, with an indifferent face, I backed away and made my way to the garage. I unhooked a rusty tire iron from where it hung next to the other tools. While the old cold metal pressed against my palm I wrapped my fingers around it and walked to the Cutlass. The penetrating eyes soon turned into confused ones. By the time they realized what my intentions were, it was too late. With the iron pulled back over my shoulders, I swung it, shattering the front window.
“What the fuck, Billie!” all three yelled, but stood still in shock.
“That’s for being ignorant,” I said, pointing at Donnie, then lifted my arm back again, smashing the front headlights. “And that’s for coming up here and disrespecting Pete in front of his own home.”
“You’re such a fucking bitch! You know how much that’s going to cost me?” Lincoln yelled as he lunged himself in my direction, but Connor stopped him by gripping onto the front of his shirt.
“Oh, please, like you don’t have the money. Get out of here before I smash the back window.” I walked right past them. Lincoln muttered more swear words before stalking to his car, Donnie following behind him.
“Your da wants you home for dinner,” Connor said as he gently wrapped his fingers around my arm to stop me.
“Yeah, well, I can’t stomach his… food anymore,” I replied, pulling my arm out of his hold. Connor looked at me as if he was just finding out I wanted nothing to do with him, Don, or the life they led.
“So, it’s like that?” His accent was thicker; I could barely understand the words.
“Yeah. It’s like that,” I whispered coolly as I walked back into the garage.
Chapter Nine
Christian
Tuesdays were the slowest day of the week. I didn’t need to be here, but with Ava’s call off and Billie still being fairly new I didn’t want to leave her alone, so I stayed and worked. I was distantly watching a repeat of the Broncos kicking the Oakland Raiders asses on TV when Billie walked into the bar from the kitchen doors. She always wore her short hair in curls but today it was straight with half of it pinned in the back. My stare travelled from her pretty face down her shoes and I was surprised to see her wearing white jeans that stopped mid-calf. Today she rocked black Vans.
“Sorry,” she said, stopping in front of me with her backpack over her shoulder. “Since it was my day off, I washed my uniform and the load that was dry only had my shirts and not my skirts.”
My lips curved up into a pleased grin. How could I be mad at her when she looked so sexy in white pants? I wondered how she was able to keep her pants clean from driving on her bike, then remembered her coming out of the bathroom the other night with her black leather bodysuit over her legs. It was zipped up to her waist and the rest fell behind her. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.
“Don’t worry about it. You’re doing me a favor by coming in. Honestly, it looks really good on you.”
Billie smiled as she glanced down before looking back up.
“Thanks.”
My grin widened when I saw the small pink stains on her cheeks.
“I’m going to cash in,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip so she could suppress her smile.
“Okay.” After a small wave came and went, Billie and I were standing across
“You’re the best, Billie, I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay, bye,” I said giddily.
“Bye.” I could hear his smile across the phone.
“Bye.” I giggled then hung up. I felt three sets of eyes laser past my skin and through my skull.
“Who the fuck was that?” Donnie asked while crossing his arms over his chest. “Another wetback?”
That’s it . I was a very, very patient person, but there was only some much that I could take from them. Calmly, with an indifferent face, I backed away and made my way to the garage. I unhooked a rusty tire iron from where it hung next to the other tools. While the old cold metal pressed against my palm I wrapped my fingers around it and walked to the Cutlass. The penetrating eyes soon turned into confused ones. By the time they realized what my intentions were, it was too late. With the iron pulled back over my shoulders, I swung it, shattering the front window.
“What the fuck, Billie!” all three yelled, but stood still in shock.
“That’s for being ignorant,” I said, pointing at Donnie, then lifted my arm back again, smashing the front headlights. “And that’s for coming up here and disrespecting Pete in front of his own home.”
“You’re such a fucking bitch! You know how much that’s going to cost me?” Lincoln yelled as he lunged himself in my direction, but Connor stopped him by gripping onto the front of his shirt.
“Oh, please, like you don’t have the money. Get out of here before I smash the back window.” I walked right past them. Lincoln muttered more swear words before stalking to his car, Donnie following behind him.
“Your da wants you home for dinner,” Connor said as he gently wrapped his fingers around my arm to stop me.
“Yeah, well, I can’t stomach his… food anymore,” I replied, pulling my arm out of his hold. Connor looked at me as if he was just finding out I wanted nothing to do with him, Don, or the life they led.
“So, it’s like that?” His accent was thicker; I could barely understand the words.
“Yeah. It’s like that,” I whispered coolly as I walked back into the garage.
Chapter Nine
Christian
Tuesdays were the slowest day of the week. I didn’t need to be here, but with Ava’s call off and Billie still being fairly new I didn’t want to leave her alone, so I stayed and worked. I was distantly watching a repeat of the Broncos kicking the Oakland Raiders asses on TV when Billie walked into the bar from the kitchen doors. She always wore her short hair in curls but today it was straight with half of it pinned in the back. My stare travelled from her pretty face down her shoes and I was surprised to see her wearing white jeans that stopped mid-calf. Today she rocked black Vans.
“Sorry,” she said, stopping in front of me with her backpack over her shoulder. “Since it was my day off, I washed my uniform and the load that was dry only had my shirts and not my skirts.”
My lips curved up into a pleased grin. How could I be mad at her when she looked so sexy in white pants? I wondered how she was able to keep her pants clean from driving on her bike, then remembered her coming out of the bathroom the other night with her black leather bodysuit over her legs. It was zipped up to her waist and the rest fell behind her. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.
“Don’t worry about it. You’re doing me a favor by coming in. Honestly, it looks really good on you.”
Billie smiled as she glanced down before looking back up.
“Thanks.”
My grin widened when I saw the small pink stains on her cheeks.
“I’m going to cash in,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip so she could suppress her smile.
“Okay.” After a small wave came and went, Billie and I were standing across
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