The taste never got old.
I had just washed my few dishes in the sink and dried my hands when there was a knock on my door.
Walking to it, I checked the peephole and opened the door.
Talia stood there with a bag in her hand, and the moment she saw me, she said, “I’m sorry. I know it came off way wrong, but by the time I realized how it had all sounded, it was too late, and I knew you had already gone to bed.”
“You're my best friend, Harls. And I know you’re close to my family. Also never seen Carter act with anyone else like he does with you. So, I’m sorry.”
I gestured for her to come in, then, when she did, I closed the door.
I nodded, “So what happened last night?”
She sighed. “I kind of got into it with Dominik. I stopped at Milagros to pick up my order for dinner, and he was sitting there with a woman. The big old bastard saw me, and apparently paid for my order. Telling them that they wouldn’t want any money that came from my hands because it had been stuffed in a G-string last night at work.”
I gasped, “He didn’t.”
She nodded, “He so did.”
“What did you do?” I asked her.
She sighed, “Nothing. I just shook my head, took my order, and walked out of there.”
“Has he tried to call you?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I’ve been ignoring him,” she said.
Then it hit me. She only went to Milagros when she had a real shitty day at work, which was why I asked, “What happened at work?”
Then she preceded to tell me about the boss’s son hitting on her and him touching her ass.
Once she left, I got in my Tahoe, cranked my baby up, and drove to DG Auto Body.
The moment I parked my Tahoe right in front of one of the bays, I climbed out, then stormed inside.
Immediately, I heard Garrick say, “Oh shit. Your pissed. Whose ass are we kicking?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, “Where is Dominik?”
He pointed to bay five.
I stomped my way to bay five when I heard, “Yo, Dom. Incoming.”
His head jerked out from underneath the hood of the Corvette when Dominik looked at me, and then, without thought, I picked up a wrench and threw it at him.
Sadly, the big bastard dodged as I asked, “What the fuck is the matter with you?”
Everything in the garage stopped. Halted. You could have heard a drop of oil hit the floor.
“Excuse me?” Dominik asked with a growl, anger forming on his face.
“You heard me, Dominik. How fucking long have you known Garrick? How fucking long have you known Talia?” I asked but didn’t wait for an answer.
“Years. Decades. That’s how long. And you know, you fucking know that anytime one of them has a shit fucking day, they do one of three things. And one of those things is getting takeout from Milagros.”
Dominik’s face cleared of the anger I had seen building in him, and then his face sobered, “Shit.”
I nodded, “Yeah. Shit. Let me tell you something, you fucking asshole. How in the hell you managed to make a shit day for her even shittier is beyond me, but you managed it. I won’t betray her confidence. But if you decide to kick the ever-loving hell out of her boss’s son, I’ll provide the bail money.”
