Ronnie Ann threw the skillet into the sink hard, the smell of burnt beef filled the air. Her fight with Lincoln still fresh in her mind, the Cafe was dead today but due to her frustration Ronalda kept overcooking or flat out burning everything she touched.

" it's my house"

The Latina couldn't believe Lincoln, the discussion turned heated fast. Ronnie may of lost her temper but after Lincoln pulled that, it was like a slap in the face.

Turning to her line cooks Ronnie gives them the order to take over, ignoring their surprised looks. Pulling off her dirty apron the twenty four year old gave her dream Cafe a ruefull look, Bobby mopped the floor sloppily while Carlota talked loudly on the phone. It looked like her dream was becoming a nightmare, this just means that there was something else to cause discontent in her already strained marriage...

Lola watched Lucy try to school her features, the goth girl was not one to show her feelings often but because of their closeness Lola was privileged to knowing more about her sister than any of the others. Sitting next to her Lola pulled the brunette into her arms, anytime the talk of Lucy's baby came up it was like opening a still fresh wound. For that Lola would never forgive Lincoln, his selfishness caused both sisters great heartache.

" I never even got to hold her", Lucy sobbed into Lola's breasts as the blonde rubbed her back.

Even though the pregnancy was too early to tell the gender Lucy was certain it would of been a girl.

Humming softly Lola found her hands creeping under her sisters nightgown, Lucy's skin was like warm porcelain. Locking eyes the two girls kissed, Lucy caressed Lola's tounge with her own as the blonde pulled the goths nightgown off, freeing her perky breasts and toned body. Smiling Lola saw that her sister wasn't wearing panties, from her spot Lola had a perfect view of her Lucy's delicious body.

So did Lincoln, Lola had left the door cracked open and the way the room was decorated with a large mirror facing the bed. It gave their bother a perfect view of the girls, Lola fought the urge to smirk at Lincoln's reflection. It served him right to see what he was missing, pulling her own gown off Lola dropped to her knees and parted Lucy's legs.

The Raven looked down at Lola with red eyes, and pink cheeks. Seeing the arousal on her sisters face made it even better, Lola heard a hushed groan from Lincoln before she burrowed between Lucy's thighs seeking her most intimate place...

Going upstairs was a mistake, Lincoln had gone in the search of whiskey but he had gotten much more than he bargained for. The sounds of hushed voices caught his attention, Lucy's sobbing was sorrowful and it made Lincoln feel like a peice of shit all over again. This situation was all his fault, Lincoln knew that. The girls had him in a bad spot and Lincoln couldn't say he didn't deserve it. Now his relationship with Ronnie was suffering because of it, In the back of his mind Lincoln wondered if that was Lola's end game. To get back at him for breaking his promises so long ago, Lincoln is ashamed to admit it but he stood watching the two from the ajar door. His cock ached as it pushed against his jeans, Lola knelt between Lucy's legs and ate her out expertly. The goths body flexing as her face betrayed her pleasure, Lucy always lost herself in sex. Ashamed Lincoln forced himself to walk away, the sounds of Lucy's moaning taunting him. Seeking refuge in his office Lincoln grabbed a bottle of bourbon and a glass, sitting at his computer the twenty five year old popped the bottle and started to guzzling it. Lincoln didn't much like bourbon but it was strong burning on the way down, taking the edge of his frustration. Getting to work Lincoln ignored his erection, hoping to rein in his traitorous body...

Ronnie pushed the front door open, the house was silent. Too quiet, the big empty foray echoing her every foot step. Frowning Ronalda set upstairs, work was terrible. After she left the kitchen Ronnie Ann let her line cooks finish up the remaining orders while she went over the expense reports in her office, no matter how much she crunched the numbers Ronnie Ann was unable to find an appropriate excuse for the thousands of dollars that just seemed to walk out the door.

In the back of her mind Ronalda knew she'd have to fire Carlota, on the days her cousin worked the register would come up three, four hundred dollars short.

Turning the corner Ronnie Ann peeked into Lincoln's office, seeing the man in question asleep on the couch with a half empty bottle of expensive liquor nestled in his arms. A part of her yearned to wake Lincoln up and make up with him, they hadn't had sex in almost a month. Ronnie Ann longed for Lincoln to hold her in his arms just like before, he made her feel so safe, so loved.

However she could not forget what Lincoln said to her, it was just like when her mother fled from her abusive father. The man used their home as a means to control and abuse them, this was supposed to be their Dream*. Ronalda couldn't let this go, not quite yet. Most definitely she'd let him stew for a couple days, what he did hurt Ronnie Ann in the worst way possible knowing her past. Sighing Ronalda turned and left Lincoln to his drunken stupor...