"C'mon baby, c'mon, uh yeah you can make it, please,' she sighed in frustration; a mist of sweat making her skin glow, "please baby, you can do it."
She was almost there and then her baby gave up coughed, sputtered and died.
"No! No! NO!" She beat the steering wheel; with her good hand, trying to calm her ragged breath but not able to keep the tears of frustration from coming. She knew it was the pain killers making her cranky, some might even say irrational. So she took a deep breath, she could fix this. It was really very simple she could walk to Jerome's auto shop, it wasn't that far away and that's where she was headed anyway; she just didn't want to leave her car stranded.
So really it is very simple
, she thought to herself. Alexa got out of her car, barely resisting the urge to kick the dilapidated tin bucket.
Deep…cleansing…breath, she repeated. She'd been in a sour mood since that altercation last week with the slacker trio. At least the polite guy was nice, and the grabby chump didn't bother her either; she could easily have taken him down. With or with out a broken wrist. But the white boy bothered her. The way his eyes seeped into her, like he knew every little secret. She even felt his eyes on her when she met with David, scorching her with his hatred. The memory of the day pushed its way into her mind as she made her way to Jerome's shop.
"You okay princess?" David had asked, pulling out her chair. Her gaze kept wondering away from David to those intense blue eyes. She really shouldn't be able to see them from so far away, she thought. She wondered why it was so hateful; what did she care anyway. She shook the thought of him from her head. Maybe he was mad that she dissed his friend. She looked away first; breaking the inexplicable hold he had on her. She could feel his frosty smile, he won the stare down. But she wasn't playing and when she had looked up again he was gone. So nothing else to think or worry about.
She tried to push him out of her mind, but just like the hold his eyes had on her, his image refused to budge.
She knew what kind of person he was: a worthless loser who only hung out with ….she shivered in disgust, not letting herself finish the thought. See he's already bringing trouble, making her think about things that she didn't want to. She had his M.O., a no good street thug who had nothing better to do than hang out in the streets. He probably never even had a real job before. All of that still didn't keep her from wracking her brain trying to figure out where she'd first seen him, huhhh, now wasn't the time to dwell on it. She cleared her throat when she met David's expectant green gaze.
"Um, yeah I just-"she had just about gotten into a fight with some street punk for grabbing her very soar and swollen wrist.
"Is your wrist bugging you again?" he gently took hold of her hand, noting the bright flaring inflammation. "Damnit, Alexa, you need to take better care of that. Where's your brace?" he demanded. How could he be gentle and demanding at the same time. Comforting and scolding her at the same time, making her ashamed of her stubbornness. In all fairness she really, really hated that brace, the meds, everything and everyone that had anything to do with her vulnerable limb.
She shrugged, the only reason it hurt was because that dick face grabbed her. No she was not about to tell David that, not with his Italian and Scottish temper. He was already fuming and she didn't want to add fuel to that match. She'd seen him blow over smaller things than someone touching her.
"I forgot it but it's fine really I go to the doctor next week for tests." she lied anything to get him off the subject of her wrist. If they didn't she knew it would start a fight about how it got broken in the first place. And really neither of them needed the hassle. So, she lied. For the good of all, she convinced herself. Swallowing the guilt with another sip of water.
"Good girl," It calmed him a little, relaxing her tense shoulders. Alexa was a little nervous he was going to ask to come with her, but he was leaving it for another day at least. There was still anger flashing in his glassy green eyes, eyes so much like her own, she thought absently, funny that they weren't, funny that she wasn't really anything to anyone.
Alexa listened to David rant in her usual kind patient manner, flinching at a few choice adjectives, he used to describe Jenny. Words that she never thought to put together. She somehow even managed to keep her own cool, when he told her that Jenny didn't want him to see her any more.
His wife really had some fucking audacity, trying to forbid him from seeing her, and throwing a fit because they were having lunch!!!! Her friend Jana-belle was right, Jennifer Hadrian was fucking trifling. Alexa was there before and she would be there after! And after she fought for her, went crying to David for her, because she was the only one he listened to. She bit her tongue to keep her tears back. She couldn't shake the betrayal; she couldn't null the stab in her heart. She had to forget about herself, forget how she embraced Jenny; she was here now for David. He couldn't take much more of this back and forth, Jenny's constant mood swings and accusations. Alexa was starting to notice the dark blue shadows under his eyes, the frown lines appearing between them. He deserved better, but there were his kids to consider. He wanted to make the transition easier for them, so he asked her to live with him once he could get the paper work for the divorce. She smiled and laughed saying yes; sitting on his lap with a big hug and play kisses all over his face. Ignoring the hurt twisting in her stomach, the flashing pain in her wrist and the feeling she was still being watched. It was going to be like old times
.
She told herself over and over, as little piece of her heart fell away.
That was all she was going to let herself think about it, pretty soon the family would be back the way it was; the way it should be. She smiled, on her way to making her bad day better. She was going to get her car fixed, she'd go shopping while she waited, and maybe, just maybe she could get those cold blue eyes out of her mind. Pretty soon her life was going to be in the land of happily ever after.
Especially, if she could get those cerulean eyes out of her daydreams, nightmares, just out of her head! Every night she found herself thinking about him; imagining his hands roaming up and down her body; sometimes catching her own hands roaming where she wanted his. She wondered what kind of guy he was in bed. Was he slow, fast, intense, demanding, giving? How long could he last, 2minutes? Ten? Twenty? An hour or all night. Alexa's heart fluttered, as the heat of her thoughts showed in cheeks. A surprised moan escaped her lips when her pussy clenched with longing, drenching her panties.
NOMORE! She chastised herself. He wasn't her type! She didn't do hood rats and she wasn't going to start! Now if her body listened to her head.
***
"Man I had that freak's head just bobbin' up and down like-"
D.J.'s hand was in front of his pelvis as he pumped an invisible head in front of him. "Man, shit I was like plow; plow take that bitch!"
Conner met Mackey's gaze before they both rolled them to heaven. Mackey held his smoking ace in his hand watching the different shapes the smoke made on its way up.
"Man, stop all that roo-rah. And what did I tell yo'ass about this fucking tip?" he tossed it on the ground with mixture of longing and disgust. That was the good shit too. "Go sit yo' scandalous behind down somewhere so I can talk to my man C' right fast." D.J. stared for a second crestfallen that again he wasn't being included in business.
"Please, man, than you, thank you." he gave him blurry redeye until he turned and walked away. D.J. wave his hand in disgust,
fuck them motherfuckers, when I take over this shit they'll know who's the HMFIC, head motherfucker in charge, yeah that's right I'm gonna show'em and show'em good.
Conner watched him go, inhaling his own smoke. When D.J. was out of sight he pulled it out looking at orange glow fade in and out. He was almost sorry for D, he thought this game was like in the movies; power, girls, respect, people fearing you. He didn't see the everyday sacrifice.
Connor thought of his own sacrifice. He was dead to his family, unless they needed something. His mom kept candles lit in the window, like she was waiting for her lost child to come home. His dad told him he wasn't welcome in the house anymore. Jennifer was all he had left. He was always his baby sister's protector; he was the one she came to when she needed help. And she needed him now, needed his love and support while she dealt with her cheating husband. He couldn't believe it; he couldn't believe he saw David with that cunt. He tried to convince himself that he was jumping to conclusions. But they were too close too personal to just be acquaintances. He saw her touch David's hand, ruffle his hair, sitting on his fucking lap and kissing all over his face.
He called Jen that night he asked her how her marriage was. She confirmed what he believed. He could hear the strain of her holding back tears as she told him about the girl her husband was seeing. She told him that he put her before his family, even taking the kids to see her. She was sure that bitch had been in her house too.
