Page 2 of Not Your Romeo
His laughter chased me out of the car, and up the first few steps.
Bad boy.
I was forty fucking years old with four grown children.
“Ah, relax. We just have to pick up the priest.” Sean sighed, hurrying up the steps after me.
I caught myself shaking my head in the reflection of the church door and fixed my face, before yanking the door open and glancing back at Sean like it was a cordial move.
I didn’t have much of a choice, he was still holding my youngest son, Sauce, captive somewhere.
Chapter Two
Natural Born Hustler
Roisin
The numbers on the digital scale read three point nine. I picked a baby bud off and watched it readjust and flash, three point six. I was more than aware that while I eyed the product, my customer was leaning forward to get a better view down my v-cut shirt.
“It’s fuckin’ May, you. Do you be wearing that jacket even in the summer?” He laughed, the sound nothing more than a dry wheeze that annoyed me.
“Stop worrying about what I’m wearing, before I decide to start taxing your ass for eyeball fuckin’ me, Allen.”
His jaw dropped, and I snagged the bag, dumped the contents of the scale cup into it, rolled and licked.
I held out my hand for the money just as the door to my dorm room busted open. My heart dropped, and so did the bag. I hit the floor beside it, certain I was being raided.
“You want to live? Get the fuck out, asshole.” A gruff, familiar voice barked.
My head snapped up to confront the sound, but a set of hands shot out for my shoulders, jarring my attention to the closest threat, instead. I knew from the way Allen was spoken to our invaders weren’t the police. They were mobsters from the Double Nickel Gang.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re gonna spook all my goddamn customers!” I roared, as Lox Kelly ripped me off the floor.
“Shut the fuck up, princess. Move.” He shoved me toward Korbin and Kyran, who each grabbed an arm as I flailed.
They were twins, and shared a father with my dead brother, Keefe, but they weren’t any kin of mine.
“You have no right to come here.” I growled, ready to stand my ground.
Korbin laughed, and Kyran shoved at me, driving home the fact that I was outnumbered and surrounded.
“I hate you,” I hissed at them, “I hate all of you.”
“Your brother wants a word,” Lox smiled in that smug way of his.
“My brother is fuckin’ dead,” I coldly reminded him.
The twins octopussed themselves around me, like it was family day for the big, happy bunch of us and promptly marched me through the hall. What the hell could I do? Any fuss would lead security to me or looking for me; and the last thing I needed was them pilfering through the mess I’d just left all over my dorm room.
I set my jaw and marched all the way to their car. I was seething inside, but that wasn’t anything new where these guys were concerned. My brother’s crew liked to make sure I knew my place and stayed in it. Lox drove, leaving me pinned in the backseat between the twins.
I was so angry I couldn’t look at either of them. Not that they cared. We were never close, despite sharing a brother.
Still, I couldn’t believe they’d disrespected me like that, in front of a customer, no less! My face ached from the tension I carried in it by the time we arrived, but I still pinched my features as I stared up at Sean's mansion.
“Guess lunch is out of the question,” I huffed.
Kyran got out without answering and held the door open for me to follow suit.
