Part 21
I'd spent the day and most of the night in bed, but I couldn't take it much longer. I jumped up and went into the kitchen. I was famished, so I searched for something edible. I settled finally on a microwave burrito and watched attentively as the small glass plate in the microwave rotated.
"Hey," I heard my sister say. I sat up and looked at her. She looked somehow… different. I wasn't sure what it was about her, but there was something strange and unusual.
"Oh my God," I said solemnly, "you had sex!"
"What?!" she said, jumping around.
"You did, didn't you?!" I screamed, jumping to my feet. I grabbed her arms and looked into her eyes. "I knew it!" I shrieked. She smiled shyly and put her hands over her face. She jumped onto the counter and sat, dangling her feet.
"You are so fuckin embarrassin," she complained. I laughed and went back to the microwave to get my burrito.
"So?" I asked, leaning against the counter. I had my plate in front of me and I was twisting the food around with my fork.
"So what?" she asked.
"How was he?" I replied, grinning slyly.
"I am so not talking to you about this," she groaned, sliding off the counter.
"Well who are you gonna talk to about it? Hector? I bet not," I laughed. She smiled and rolled her eyes.
"Aright," she said, sitting at the table. She soon started talking hurriedly about the previous night and she was smiling more than I'd ever seen her smile.
"Well, tell him to remember what I said," I told her, hugging her tightly. My baby sister was all grown up.
"And what did you say?" she asked, pulling away. Her hands rested on her hips and I had to smile. She looked so much like me.
"That if he hurt you I'd break his legs and punch him in the lungs," I said casually. She looked at me with her mouth gaping.
"Actually, wasn't it punch me in the lungs and then break my legs?" Leon asked, a silly smile plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't care what it was," I said, poking his shoulder, "but don't forget it!"
"Like I could," he grumbled. As I walked back to my room, I could hear him mumbling something, then the undeniable sound of a kiss. I sauntered to the bedroom, actually quite depressed.
"Phone," I heard Dom say through my door after a long, long time of silence. Well, not complete silence. I could hear Mercedes and Leon in the other room.
"Who the hell…" I said softly, snatching the phone from the table. "Hola," I said sweetly.
"Hey Z baby!" I heard. I smiled.
"Hey bro, what's goin on?" I asked.
"Ah, not much… Just need a favor." I rolled my eyes. That was my brother, always in need of a favor.
"What is it this time, Hector?" I asked.
"Well…" he went on to explain that a good friend of Dominic's was about to get into some serious trouble and he needed me to come get him. He said that he was a racing buddy of Dom and Leon, and when I heard that, I asked why he couldn't drive himself.
"Z, please, don't ask questions, just help me out," Hector whined. I chuckled a little and agreed.
"Can I talk to Dom right fast?" he asked before I hung up. I agreed and called for Dom, then went to pack for my trip.
Almost an hour later, I was ready to go. Mercedes allowed Leon to have a short break so that she could say good-bye and ask me to say "Hi" to Hector for her. I laughed and headed out to the new Ferrari, finding Dom leaning against the passenger door. I looked at him with raised eyebrows, but he didn't respond. I couldn't see his eyes because of the sunglasses he wore, but I could've sworn he was staring right at me…
"What the hell are you doin out here?" I asked pointedly. He kept his arms folded against his tight black t-shirt. "Well?"
"I'm going with you," he rumbled. My heart sank to my toes, then flew into my throat.
"What?" I asked disbelievingly. He repeated himself slowly, "Shut up, jackass," I said sharply, "Why are you coming?"
"Because Hector asked me to. I figured I could brave a few hours with the Wicked Bitch of Baja for a friend," he said sarcastically. My eyes shot daggers into his back as I slid into the driver's seat. I unlocked the passenger door. When he opened it and set a foot on the floor, I put the car into gear and moved forward.
"Fuck!" he screamed at me. I looked at him and smirked. He tried again to get into the car, and again, I pulled away. "You're really a bitch, you know that, right?" he said, trying for a third time to enter the car. I let him sit down and took off at high speed. He screamed a few things I couldn't understand, but safely closed the door.
"You're a fuckin psycho," he stated seriously, glaring in my direction.
I turned my head and snarled, "I've had just about enough of your shit, Toretto, and if I hear one more fucking word out of you, I swear to God, I'll crash this car." He smirked, but sat back in his seat.
After an hour of silence, he decided to test me. "Cop," he said proudly, taking off his glasses. I looked at him damningly.
"Aright asshole, you asked for it… Say your prayers, cuz you're about to meet your maker," I said firmly, wrenching the steering wheel to the side. The entire car shifted with every twist of the wheel and Dom was holding onto the roof via the open window.
"Whoa, whoa!" he screamed, grabbing the wheel with his free hand. I kept my foot on the gas pedal, speeding up as we rapidly approached an old, busted looking truck. He looked at me with wide eyes, but I just smiled.
"You done?" I asked as I brought the car to a screeching halt. We stopped a few feet away from the truck. Dom threw open the door and jumped out of the car.
"You're fuckin nuts!" he yelled, pointing through the open door.
"Get in," I ordered. He looked at me with disbelief.
"Excuse me?" he asked harshly.
"Get in the car," I repeated. He crinkled his forehead skeptically as he got closer to the car to get a better look at me.
"You really are crazy, you know that?" he said, backing away from the car. I rolled my eyes and waited patiently. "You must be fuckin nuts to think I'm gonna put my ass in that car with your crazy self drivin… Fuck that! I don't wanna die!" he screamed.
I leaned my head back, then closed my eyes and let out an irritated breath. "Get in the motherfucking car or I'm leaving you," I told him seriously.
"Well as long as you're drivin, I'm not gettin in that damn car," he said, putting his hands up in front of him.
"Fine, be that way," I said. I reached over and pulled the door closed, then took off. I progressed about a mile down the road, but couldn't leave him stranded. I cranked on the radio then pulled one of those u-turns that he and Leon were so good at. I stopped when I saw him sitting on the side of the road.
"Get in," I said, a slight niceness edging my voice. He narrowed his eyes when he looked at me, but climbed in the car.
"You're one crazy fuckin bitch," he said, his eyes focused on the road in front of us.
"And you're a big, stupid asshole," I said, my eyes staring at the same area.
"Good," he said sternly. I rolled my eyes and let out another annoyed sigh.
"Well I'm glad we've established that," I said roughly. I was tired of listening to him talk, so I reached down and turned the radio on at nearly the highest volume. Some Spanish power ballad blasted our eardrums. I looked at the radio panel disgustedly as I listened to the lyrics about love and such. I gripped the tuner dial and spun it furiously, landing on some harder channel. As the heavy metal-esque music blared through the car's speakers, I thought about everything that had happened between that very moment and Hector's last trip to Mexico.
"Look," Dom said after a few more hours of Spanish rock, "let's pull over."
"For?" I asked, still focused on the road.
"I'm hungry and I gotta piss," he said very matter-of-factly. I tossed him a sideways glance, but realized that I was hungry, too. It had been a few hours since either of us had had the chance to eat. I agreed and pulled into a Taco Bell. It was nice to be closer to the States.
"Don't eat any beef," I warned as we walked in. He nodded and headed for the bathroom. I ordered a bag of chicken tacos and waited for Dom to finish in the bathroom so we could leave; the clerks were starting to worry me.
"Let's go," he said when he emerged from the bathroom. I followed him out the door, but saw one of the register clerks start to follow us.
"Fuck," I said softly, "Dom, get in the driver's seat."
"What?" he asked. I handed him the keys and walked to the passenger side.
"Now put your arm on the back of the seat, behind me, yeah," I told him. He did as I asked and found a taco to crunch into.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I hissed as the man came closer to the car. I looked frantically at Dom, who was busy chewing away at his chicken, then to the clerk who was steadily advancing. Without thinking, I grabbed Dom's face and pulled him to mine, kissing him awkwardly. He struggled against me, but I held tight until the man turned to walk back into the store.
"What the hell?!" Dom roared, sitting back in the driver's seat.
"You know you liked it, you pervert," I said with an attitude, "Just drive," I instructed.
My insides stayed knotted until my eyes forced themselves shut, heavy with sleep. The steady rumble of the engine and the darkness falling over the car, I was able to have a nice nap. When I woke up, we were still rolling steadily along.
"Mornin, sunshine," Dom sneered sarcastically when I stretched out.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said, looking at him hatefully. I almost had to laugh at myself. Here I was, trying so hard to make him think I hated him, when I wanted nothing more than to make him pull the car over right then and there!
"There's still some food, if you're hungry," he said, his voice considerably softer. I thanked him and grabbed another taco.
We rode in silence until we reached Hector's, except when Dom asked me to drive. I pulled into the parking lot of the shop where Hector worked.
"Hector here?" I asked the man behind the counter. He nodded and called for him.
"Z!" Hector yelled, running from the back of the shop. He picked me up and hugged me tightly. I was laughing the whole time.
"Hey bro," I said, kissing his cheek. I got a little surprise for ya," I said, pulling him out to the street. The man from behind the counter followed. I didn't see him, but I could hear the wheels on his wheelchair squeaking.
"Dom!" Hector yelled. He pried open the door and jerked Dom out of the car.
"Hector, my man!" Dom replied, hugging him. They laughed, but Dom's voice was cut off when he looked at the guy in the wheelchair.
"V?" he asked slowly. The man nodded and I could see tears coming to Dom's eyes. I watched the two as Dom walked over and hugged him.
"How you doin, man?" the guy called V asked. He and Dom talked for a while, as did Hector and I. I found out that the man's name was Vince and he was hurt in a really bad car accident. He didn't have to stay in the wheelchair permanently, but he sometimes preferred it to walking.
That night, we decided to have a "family" reunion. Dom and Vince were like brothers, I learned, and Hector really was my brother, so I took them all out. We found an amazing little restaurant and we all ate and joked and had a great time.
"So, Hector," Dom said looking in my direction, "You didn't tell me your sister's such a bitch." Hector started laughing.
"You've only been down there a couple weeks," Hector replied, "It usually takes a month or so for people to figure that out." He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Can we please just get through this meal without a fight breakin out?" I asked, feigning great annoyance. The three conceded and finished their food.
"I think we need to leave tonight," Dom said to Hector and Vince, "It'll probably be safer to get V outta here as soon as we can." They agreed and started shoving the small bit of luggage he had into the trunk. Then we put him in the backseat and took off. I said good-bye to my brother and promised to call him when I got home.
"So what is it with you two?" Vince asked, poking his head between the front seats. I looked at him and rolled my eyes.
"Nothing," Dom said plainly. Vince didn't believe him and kept pressing, asking some pretty personal questions. "Nope, none of that," he told the curious man. I gave him another razor blade look. This time, though, he was cut.
The entire rest of the trip was spent listening to Vince and Dom catching up and reminiscing. I heard something about someone named Letty, and I heard about a girl named Mia. I heard the most about Jesse, Brian, and Johnny. I found out who they all were friends of Dom and Vince at one time, but things had changed.
"Mia's good though, I thought you'd want to know," Vince said, his voice full of concern. Dom thanked him brusquely but changed the subject. I reasoned that Mia must've been the girlfriend he'd left behind when he moved to Mexico.
I drove on through the night, and slowly we made our way back to Baja. The whole time, Dom and Vince caught up. I heard nothing but the constant sound of their voices. I kept noticing Dom looking at me while his friend talked, and although I had to admit to myself that the looks he was giving me sent chills through my blood and through my entire body. He slid his sunglasses on, but still looked over.
"Look," I interrupted, "I know you're lookin at me, so just stop it. I'm not a fighter, but I won't hesitate to crack your teeth if you keep givin me that look." He gave me a sideways glance, like he was trying to make me that he was confused.
"See what I have to live with?" he asked, turning his attention back to Vince. I let out an aggravated sigh and slumped back to my driving. Moments later, there he was, looking at me again. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him. I only had to be with them for another hour.
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Part 22
"Home alone again," Leon laughed as I came into the room from the kitchen with my can of Mountain Dew and a handful of animal crackers.
"Hope you like Half Baked cuz that's what I'm puttin in," I said, putting the Half Baked DVD in the player. I was a stoner every now and then and watching other stoners just brought back memories.
"Hook me up with some animal crackers," Leon demanded as I sat in front of him on the couch.
"Get your own!" I yelled. He growled as he grabbed my stomach and pulled me back against him. We watched the movie as we fed each other animal crackers and he downed my Mountain Dew.
"That was not too cool!" I said.
"What?" Leon asked innocently.
"You drank all my Mountain Dew you thief!" I whined.
"I'm sorry," he said sweetly, laying my head on his chest and kissing me. I cuddled up next to him and almost fell asleep. Before I could, he jumped up and started screaming something.
"What?!" I yelled.
"Stars! I wanna see the stars!" he said. I sighed irritably, but agreed. It was very hot during the day, but the nights were freezing, so I grabbed my sweatshirt, put it on, and we headed outside.
"Jesus Christ! It's fuckin freezin!" Leon shrieked, running back inside.
"Get your ass out here!" I yelled. "This was your idea!"
He came back out after he'd grabbed another shirt and a blanket. We laid on the lounge chair together, wrapped up in the blanket, and stared at the stars. They were absolutely beautiful. I'd never really taken the time to really look at them and enjoy their presence. But Leon did. He acted as thought he was completely infatuated with the tiny wonders of the sky.
"Lookin up at the stars with someone special..." he started. I smiled as I remembered something I'd hidden from Zoraida a long time ago.
"How bout with somethin special?" I asked.
"What're you talkin about?" Leon asked confused. I smiled as I got up and walked to the table that sat next to our pool. I reached under and felt the piece of tape and my most prized possession.
"Meet Mary Jane," I said, carrying the joint back to the lounge chair.
"Bring it on!" Leon said. I smiled as I obtained a lighter from the table as well and lit it, inhaling deeply. I inhaled once more before passing it to Leon who also inhaled twice.
We continued to pass it back and forth, inhaling twice each time.
"This shit is the shit," Leon said, his eyes rolling around. I smiled at the affect the chronic was having on him... it was great. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I never got totally high to the point that I wasn't aware of myself... I never let it go that far. I cracked my neck slowly from side to side and looked at Leon who was already staring at me. He moved in quickly for a kiss, but I shot my hand up between our faces.
"What is that?" he slurred. I smiled.
"Give it to me," I said. He slowly handed me the joint and I finished it off.
"Well, what do we have here?" a voice asked from behind. I jumped and turned around only to fall sideways, putting my hand on Leon's head to stop me from completely falling.
"Z!" I squeaked. I swallowed and smiled. "What I a nice surprise." I tried to hide the stupid smile I always had whenever I got high, but it just wasn't happening. I looked at Dom, pointed my finger and acted like it was gun, shooting at him. I then looked at the unfamiliar face.
"Hi," I said, pushing Z and Dom outta my way. "I'm..." I paused. "... named after a car," I finished, laughing uncontrollably. I heard Leon also laughing and my sister stepped in front of me.
"You're high aren't you?!" she yelled.
"Uh, shh!" I said loudly, covering my ears. "They'll hear you."
"Who?"
"Lawn gnomes," I said with big eyes. I stumbled back over to Leon and sat down on his lap.
"You got bud?!" the other guy asked.
"Not 'nymore," Leon said. Suddenly, Dom ran back in the house then came out with a large smile on his face. He whipped out a joint.
"Fire it up!" I yelled.
Soon, everybody was higher than the clouds in the sky... except for Z. She just refused to get high, the girl had never even tried it! I was laying on the grass, looking at the stars that appeared to be spinning, Leon was still on the lounge chair laughing at Dom who was trying to dance, and the other guy, Vince, was sitting on the ground with his knees to his chest and his head down. He was one of the guys who was serious about his chronic.
"Come on Z!" Dom said, whispering. He stumbled over to her and put the lit joint in her face. "Try it."
"I don't think so," she said, pushing his hand away.
"Ah come on!" I said, trying to sit up. It took me awhile, but I finally did it. "Stimulate your mind," I continued, blinking stupidely. "It's not like you got shit to do tomorra, you don't have to go to work."
"This ain't Friday!" Z yelled, referring to one of my favorite movies.
"Actually, it is," Leon said, matter-of-factly. Even though he was high, he still sounded a bit smart.
"No honey, it's Thursday," Z said slowly.
"Oh," Leon laughed, looking at Dom. "I was close."
"Take the fuckin thing!" Vince yelled outta nowhere.
"Come on," Dom whispered, falling to his knees in front of her. "Don't you hear her? She's sayin 'smoke me... smoke me Z'." Z rolled her eyes.
"Oh Jesus Christ! Give it to me!" she gave in. We all laughed and clapped as she inhaled over and over again.
Before long, we were all high and enjoying life. Z and I were trying to dance, Vince remained in his same spot, and Dom and Leon were sitting on the ground... talking quietly. I stopped suddenly and looked at Dom then started laughing hysterically. Z asked me what I was laughing at and I told her, causing her to laugh as well.
"What's wrong with y'all?" Dom asked, looking at us.
"When you get high you start lookin like Sugar Bear!" I yelled.
"Your mother," Dom said, nodding toward us. The rest of the night was a complete blur.
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Part 23
When I woke up the next morning, my clothes here wet and I was absolutely freezing. I screamed, but soon realized where I was. We were all still lying in the yard, having all been too high to care where we slept. I watched Leon and Mercedes, smiled at the sweet way he held her waist with his arm. Then I looked at Vince… For one of Dom's greasy friends, he wasn't a bad guy. He still occupied the same position he's been in the entire time we were smoking. I giggled a bit, surprised at his ability to stay put overnight. At last, my eyes wandered to Dom. I watched his chest rise and fall with the deep breaths he took.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of power and confidence and completely uncharacteristically, I walked to his sleeping body. Luckily, he was a bit ostracized from the rest of the group, so I could efficiently walk to him. I stumbled a bit when I tried to stand, but took a deep breath and tried again. Eventually, I was able to get up and went to his side. I stared at his face. Smiling foolishly, I leaned down and forcibly pressed my lips to his. I felt him respond by doing the same. He opened his eyes and looked at me, obviously confused, but didn't stop. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me onto him. I grabbed the sleeves of his shirt and pulled him into a sitting position. His hands resumed the all too familiar task of roaming my body and I couldn't keep the excitement off of my face. I knew he could feel it radiating from my body.
"Inside," he said seriously, standing up. He pulled me to my feet and picked me up, moving into the house. He swept through the house, stopping at the first available bedroom: Mercedes'. I jumped down and pulled him on top of me on the bed. We quickly undressed enough to complete the mission we'd come in for. I could feel his groans against my neck and moaned loudly, grabbing at the sheets on my sister's bed. I knew she never made her bed anyway, but she would definitely know what had gone on.
I screamed his name and ran my nails over his clothed back as I felt myself ready to release the pent-up energy I'd been saving for so long. I could feel his body tighten as he prepared for the same, and couldn't help but moan out again.
Minutes later, we were dressing. I smiled to myself as I thought about how badly I'd needed him… Wanted him. "I really can get anything I want," I thought.
"What are you smiling about?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. I instinctively bound my arms around his neck and kissed him gently.
"Oh nothing," I said melodically. He rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss me again. I reached behind my back and unwrapped his hands, then backed away from him slowly. I walked into the kitchen to find the gang still sleeping on the wet ground. I knew they'd come in when the sun started warming up, but pulled Dom into the living room, proposing another go-round.
"You really do want to kill me, don't you?" he asked, smiling. I laughed, but put my arms around his neck again, kissing his lips.
"Why would I?" I asked, walking away after I finished kissing him, "I'm not getting any life insurance money." I turned around to look at him as I leaned back against the kitchen counter.
"Oh, that's it," he said, stampeding toward me. I squealed merrily and he draped me over his shoulder, carrying me into the living room. He dropped me onto the couch and laid on top of me once more, giving into my desire.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" we heard soon after we finished for the second time. I sat up to see Vince stumbling through the house.
"What's up, man?" Dom asked, sitting only high enough to see his friend.
"Bathroom…" Vince replied, hunching over.
"Shit!" Dom cried, jumping up. He ran to Vince's aid and ushered him into the bathroom. We soon heard the sound of retching.
"I guess he hasn't smoked that much before," I said naively.
"Not lately, any way," Dom replied, smiling. He kissed me again and put his hand on my thigh, rubbing my leg. I leaned back and allowed him to continue his torture from beside me.
We kissed again, this time only to be interrupted by "Ooh!" I looked up to see my sister and smacked my forehead. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her, smiling. She grinned at me with a crazy look.
"Oh!" she screamed, jumping around. She darted from the living room to the kitchen and I heard the backdoor slam. Vince slowly came out of the bathroom just as Mercedes was dragging Leon into the house.
"She forgot me," Leon said groggily. Mercedes looked at me and shrugged, then took him into her bedroom. I heard her scream and tried not to laugh when she came running.
"You fucked him on my bed?!" she screamed. I couldn't hold it in any longer and started laughing uncontrollably, nodding. Dom apologized, but she looked at us with mock disgust.
"Sorry girl," I said when I was able to breathe. She shrugged and walked back to her room.
"Night!" she called, slamming the door. I heard the lock click and smiled at Dom.
"Where am I?" Vince asked, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. Dom helped him stand and took him into my room. A few minutes later, he came back out.
"I hope you don't care…" he said, motioning toward the room. I shook my head and stood. I started walking toward the kitchen to find something to eat. As I was searching in the refrigerator, I felt Dom's strong hands on my hips.
"You just can't get enough, can you?" I asked, turning into his arms. I raised my arms above my head to keep my food safe and kissed him again, pushing the door closed with my foot. I moved him from my path and sat my food on the counter, then set about preparing it. I made a sandwich, and when I sat it down and turned to put the extra ingredients back into the refrigerator, I could hear Dom chomping away on my sandwich.
"You little bastard!" I accused, pointing at him. He smiled and shrugged, happily eating the sandwich. I grabbed the chow and pushed his head away with my other hand, then quickly slid between his face and his hands. I took the sandwich into my mouth and started eating while he held it in place. His chest vibrated as he rumbled with laughter. I ran my hands behind me and grabbed his hips, pulling up. He understood and set the sandwich on the counter, then hopped onto the counter. Directly, he resumed the position of holding my sandwich for me. I leaned between his legs, against the counter once more. I put my bent elbows on his thighs and ate slowly. He kissed the top of my head and we remained that way long after I finished my food.
"I missed you," he whispered softly, making me grin. I pushed my head into his chest and sighed deeply.
"So did I," I replied, "So did I."
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Part 24
Leon and I were lying on bed, he was on his back and I was laying on top of him on my stomach. We were both trying our hardest to get some more sleep, but for me, nothing was happening. Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Every time," I said roughly, attempting to sit up. "Every damn time." I reached for my green phone and put it up to my ear.
"Bueno?" I asked, almost demanded someone answer me quick.
"This is Brian Spilner can I talk to Dominic?" that one sexy voice came on the line again.
"Dominic!" I yelled. I waited for him to pick up on the other phone, but he never did. Now I was pissed. I got up and stammered through the living room, no one was there. I walked through the swinging door and saw Z and Dom in a position I never cared to see.
"Eew..." I said softly. They jumped up and Z grabbed the sandwich she had been gnawing on from Dom's hands.
"Telephone," I said coldly. I gave my sister a look and went back to my room. I shut the door, locked it again, and looked at Leon who was now sound asleep. I smiled and claimed my position on top of him again, knowing he wouldn't wake up. He kept telling me how he could barely feel me on top of him. I picked up the telephone from the ground and put it up to my ear to make sure Dom had answered.
"What're you doin callin me again Spilner?" I heard him ask. I was gonna hang up the phone...
"I need to talk to you," Brian said.
"I... don't... care," Dom said slowly like he was talking to someone who was talking to someone who couldn't hear.
"It's serious!" Brian yelled.
"Fuck you! How do I know you're not still a cop!" Dom yelled even louder. He slammed down the phone and I hung up mine. Now, what the hell was Dom and Leon bringing into my house?
Later that day, Z decided she needed a new outfit for the party we were having that night. As she was getting into her car, Leon ran toward me and almost passed me before he kissed me quickly on the cheek and continued toward the car. He jumped in and talked to Z before they headed down the driveway and sped off with squeaking tires. I smiled to myself when I realized I would have some quality time alone with Dom. I slammed the door behind me and looked at him, then smiled.
"How you doin, Dom?" I asked as nicely as I could. He looked at me confused.
"Fine..." he said slowly.
"That's good..." He nodded and walked into the living room. I followed him.
"I was just wondering," I started. "Who's Brian?" Dom stopped and turned to me.
"What?"
"You heard me." My nice voice was now becoming mean and bitter... I was starting to sound like my sister.
"Just a friend..."
"A friend? Didn't sound like a friend when you wouldn't talk to him."
"You listened to my conversation?!" he yelled. I smiled.
"You got a cop callin here," I declared, so evil and menacing, I surprised myself!
"Look, Mercedes..." he started, but I was not gonna listen to his shit. I thought he cared about my sister! Now I found he's got a friend who's a cop?! I wasn't gonna have that. I ran over to him and punched him in the jaw. From the force of my running and the power of my arm, I knocked him down. I crawled in top of him and continued to punch him until I was violently pulled off him.
"What the hell!?" I heard my sister yell.
"What're you doin here?!" Dom yelled from the ground.
"I forgot my purse, what's goin on?" Z asked.
"Thank God for small favors," Dom breathed as he picked himself up off the ground.
"Your sister's gone fuckin crazy!"
"No!" I yelled, fighting Leon to let me go. As soon as he dropped me I pushed him away.
"What is your problem?!" he yelled. I turned to Z, ignoring Leon.
"He's got a cop callin here!" I said. Z's eyes widened and she looked at Dom.
"Is that true?" she asked.
"Z..." he started.
"You gonna make me a liar?" I asked. He glared at me and we both knew he was caught.
"He's not a cop," he said.
"Bullshit!" I yelled. I started to run after him again, but Leon put one arm around me and held me back. "Get off me," I said, pushing him away.
"What did I do?" he asked.
"Look he's not a cop anymore!" Dom yelled.
"Then why wouldn't you talk to him?" He remained quiet. He obviously didn't have an answer and I knew he was lying. I looked at my sister... she didn't look hurt or happy... she looked like she was about to whip out a knife from behind and stab him to death. I felt sorry for her, but she needed to know.
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Part 25
"I don't know what the fuck is goin on here, but I'm goin out to get my outfit," I growled through tightly clenched teeth. I spun around and clomped out to the car. I held my teeth in their position and raised my upper lip, baring my canines. I heard Dom pounding down the steps and watched through the rear view mirror as he ran to the driver's side of the car. I slammed the pedal and pulled away just as he reached the door. I kept on driving and didn't look back. I drove until the sky was black. I didn't know where I was going, so I drove. I kept driving, speeding up with every passing mile marker.
"Where the fuck am I going?" I asked myself bitterly, biting my lower lip. As I thought about how deceived I felt, I suddenly became aware of a warm, wet sensation on my chin.
"Holy shit," I whined, looking into the rear view at my bleeding lip. I leaned back in frustration and held onto the wheel with one hand, and wiped my lip with the other. I was soon growing tired, but looked at the road in front of me with confusion. I'd driven to the border without even noticing. I'd taken the road so many times that it was almost second nature to head there when I left the house. I thought about my brother and how happy he'd be to see me.
I continued driving and stopped feeling sorry for myself, and started feeling pissed off. I went through the customs gate, where the officers knew me by name, asked me about the family and such. I held my anger in long enough to flirt with the few guards, then rushed to my brother's apartment. I stopped at an open convenience store and bought a big, big bottle of beer. I poured it into the street, jumped into my car, and high-tailed it to Hector's. I spotted his car and smiled evilly as I stalked over to it. I busted the bottle against the windshield, breaking both, then I dragged the broken bottle along the edge of the car. I looked sternly ahead as the alarm sounded. I watched as Hector came flying out of the building, holding up his pants with one hand while he ran to his car.
"What the fuck are you doin?!" he screamed, throwing his arms in the air. A random girl ran after him, calling for him.
"Hector!" she whined, with only a sheet wrapped around herself.
"You set me up," I said as he inspected the damage done to his car. He ran his hand over the scratch.
"I don't know what you're talkin about," he said, still looking at his car. I walked over to him stood there, holding the beer bottle tightly. I looked at the girl who was waiting for him, and she looked scared out of her mind.
"Tell me what the fuck you think you're doing, double-crossing me, motherfucker," I barked. The girl ran up to us and melodramatically threw herself upon my brother, screaming for me to leave him alone. He looked at me, mystified. I kept my callous facial expression and held the bottle up.
"Zoraida," he said over the girl's head.
"Shut up, you stupid bimbo," I ordered to the girl who was still howling. She promptly resorted to whimpering as she slid down to the ground.
"Now," I said, turning my attention back to my brother, "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Z, I didn't do anything, you gotta believe me!" he shouted. I wanted to believe him, but I couldn't.
"Hector, do we even have the same parents? Because I know that no one in my family would do this to someone they loved," I snarled, narrowing my eyes. He grabbed the bottle from my hand and threw it on the ground.
"Z, please, calm down," he said, trying to move closer to me. He nearly tripped over the girl at his feet, but huffed angrily. "You, go home," he ordered. The girl jumped up and ran back to the building. I stood looking hatefully at my only brother.
"Not until you tell me where the hell your mind went," I sneered. He laughed and started walking back to his apartment.
"Fine don't be reasonable," he said rudely, "Fuckin bitch, I swear to God."
"Aright, asshole," I said, "Why don't you start answering my goddamn questions?" He just laughed and continued walking away.
"Z, I didn't double-cross you," he said seriously. He turned to face me and I saw incredible sincerity in his eyes. He extended his arm, offering me his hand. I looked at him with disbelief, but rolled my eyes and took his hand. We were soon in the building and I was nearly trampled by the girl my brother had kicked out as she flew down the stairs. He escorted me up to his apartment.
"Hector!" a man said, whistling. "I just saw Michelle leave... You got a new girl already, papi?"
"Fuck you man, this is my sister," Hector said, turning me toward the guy. I looked at him, but continued on my way. Hector stopped and talked to him for a minute, but
quickly ran up the stairs to meet me at the door.
"So, explain yourself," I said, grabbing a Coke out of his fridge. We sat at the small dining table and he began telling me about Dom and the truck heists, the car racing, the situation with the Brian guy who kept calling. He explained everything. I found out about Jesse, Mia, Vince and Letty... All names I'd heard before.
"So let me get this straight," I said, grabbing another drink, "Mia is Dom's sister, and she's in love with Brian. Brian is a cop who was sent to arrest Dom and his friends. Vince and Dom grew up together, and Letty was best friends with Mia, am I right so far?"
"Yeah...." he said, leaning back in his chair. I continued.
"And Jesse and Leon just showed up at the races one night?"
"That's right," he replied. I crinkled my forehead and sat down.
"And now, Brian and Mia are gettin married because they have a baby, and Letty is just hangin out with them. And Jesse was killed in a drive-by?" He nodded. "Aright, aright... And Mia wants Dom to give her away at the wedding, and it's gonna be a big deal, but Dom hates Brian, so he won't even talk to him."
"Right, but Brian's not a cop anymore," Hector explained, "he lost his badge."
"What the fuck? You didn't tell me that! Why did he lose his badge?" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up.
"He let Dom go. He got caught with Dom's car, and the precinct took his badge." I looked at him and thought for a while.
"Well..." I said thoughtfully, "How did he know that Dom was with me?"
"I've seen him at races and shit... You know how it goes," he said, shrugging. I rolled my eyes again and exhaled loudly.
"Well, bro," I said after I'd let my head clear, "I guess I need to get back." I stood and stretched, sighing deeply. I stumbled back against the wall and caught myself before I fell.
"Why don't you crash here tonight?" he offered. "I need some help tomorrow anyways."
"Aright," I said quickly, running to his couch. I could hear him laughing as I drifted quickly to sleep.
"Night," he said, kissing my forehead.
"Night," I replied, putting up my hand. He shook it and went off to bed.
I'd spent the day and most of the night in bed, but I couldn't take it much longer. I jumped up and went into the kitchen. I was famished, so I searched for something edible. I settled finally on a microwave burrito and watched attentively as the small glass plate in the microwave rotated.
"Hey," I heard my sister say. I sat up and looked at her. She looked somehow… different. I wasn't sure what it was about her, but there was something strange and unusual.
"Oh my God," I said solemnly, "you had sex!"
"What?!" she said, jumping around.
"You did, didn't you?!" I screamed, jumping to my feet. I grabbed her arms and looked into her eyes. "I knew it!" I shrieked. She smiled shyly and put her hands over her face. She jumped onto the counter and sat, dangling her feet.
"You are so fuckin embarrassin," she complained. I laughed and went back to the microwave to get my burrito.
"So?" I asked, leaning against the counter. I had my plate in front of me and I was twisting the food around with my fork.
"So what?" she asked.
"How was he?" I replied, grinning slyly.
"I am so not talking to you about this," she groaned, sliding off the counter.
"Well who are you gonna talk to about it? Hector? I bet not," I laughed. She smiled and rolled her eyes.
"Aright," she said, sitting at the table. She soon started talking hurriedly about the previous night and she was smiling more than I'd ever seen her smile.
"Well, tell him to remember what I said," I told her, hugging her tightly. My baby sister was all grown up.
"And what did you say?" she asked, pulling away. Her hands rested on her hips and I had to smile. She looked so much like me.
"That if he hurt you I'd break his legs and punch him in the lungs," I said casually. She looked at me with her mouth gaping.
"Actually, wasn't it punch me in the lungs and then break my legs?" Leon asked, a silly smile plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't care what it was," I said, poking his shoulder, "but don't forget it!"
"Like I could," he grumbled. As I walked back to my room, I could hear him mumbling something, then the undeniable sound of a kiss. I sauntered to the bedroom, actually quite depressed.
"Phone," I heard Dom say through my door after a long, long time of silence. Well, not complete silence. I could hear Mercedes and Leon in the other room.
"Who the hell…" I said softly, snatching the phone from the table. "Hola," I said sweetly.
"Hey Z baby!" I heard. I smiled.
"Hey bro, what's goin on?" I asked.
"Ah, not much… Just need a favor." I rolled my eyes. That was my brother, always in need of a favor.
"What is it this time, Hector?" I asked.
"Well…" he went on to explain that a good friend of Dominic's was about to get into some serious trouble and he needed me to come get him. He said that he was a racing buddy of Dom and Leon, and when I heard that, I asked why he couldn't drive himself.
"Z, please, don't ask questions, just help me out," Hector whined. I chuckled a little and agreed.
"Can I talk to Dom right fast?" he asked before I hung up. I agreed and called for Dom, then went to pack for my trip.
Almost an hour later, I was ready to go. Mercedes allowed Leon to have a short break so that she could say good-bye and ask me to say "Hi" to Hector for her. I laughed and headed out to the new Ferrari, finding Dom leaning against the passenger door. I looked at him with raised eyebrows, but he didn't respond. I couldn't see his eyes because of the sunglasses he wore, but I could've sworn he was staring right at me…
"What the hell are you doin out here?" I asked pointedly. He kept his arms folded against his tight black t-shirt. "Well?"
"I'm going with you," he rumbled. My heart sank to my toes, then flew into my throat.
"What?" I asked disbelievingly. He repeated himself slowly, "Shut up, jackass," I said sharply, "Why are you coming?"
"Because Hector asked me to. I figured I could brave a few hours with the Wicked Bitch of Baja for a friend," he said sarcastically. My eyes shot daggers into his back as I slid into the driver's seat. I unlocked the passenger door. When he opened it and set a foot on the floor, I put the car into gear and moved forward.
"Fuck!" he screamed at me. I looked at him and smirked. He tried again to get into the car, and again, I pulled away. "You're really a bitch, you know that, right?" he said, trying for a third time to enter the car. I let him sit down and took off at high speed. He screamed a few things I couldn't understand, but safely closed the door.
"You're a fuckin psycho," he stated seriously, glaring in my direction.
I turned my head and snarled, "I've had just about enough of your shit, Toretto, and if I hear one more fucking word out of you, I swear to God, I'll crash this car." He smirked, but sat back in his seat.
After an hour of silence, he decided to test me. "Cop," he said proudly, taking off his glasses. I looked at him damningly.
"Aright asshole, you asked for it… Say your prayers, cuz you're about to meet your maker," I said firmly, wrenching the steering wheel to the side. The entire car shifted with every twist of the wheel and Dom was holding onto the roof via the open window.
"Whoa, whoa!" he screamed, grabbing the wheel with his free hand. I kept my foot on the gas pedal, speeding up as we rapidly approached an old, busted looking truck. He looked at me with wide eyes, but I just smiled.
"You done?" I asked as I brought the car to a screeching halt. We stopped a few feet away from the truck. Dom threw open the door and jumped out of the car.
"You're fuckin nuts!" he yelled, pointing through the open door.
"Get in," I ordered. He looked at me with disbelief.
"Excuse me?" he asked harshly.
"Get in the car," I repeated. He crinkled his forehead skeptically as he got closer to the car to get a better look at me.
"You really are crazy, you know that?" he said, backing away from the car. I rolled my eyes and waited patiently. "You must be fuckin nuts to think I'm gonna put my ass in that car with your crazy self drivin… Fuck that! I don't wanna die!" he screamed.
I leaned my head back, then closed my eyes and let out an irritated breath. "Get in the motherfucking car or I'm leaving you," I told him seriously.
"Well as long as you're drivin, I'm not gettin in that damn car," he said, putting his hands up in front of him.
"Fine, be that way," I said. I reached over and pulled the door closed, then took off. I progressed about a mile down the road, but couldn't leave him stranded. I cranked on the radio then pulled one of those u-turns that he and Leon were so good at. I stopped when I saw him sitting on the side of the road.
"Get in," I said, a slight niceness edging my voice. He narrowed his eyes when he looked at me, but climbed in the car.
"You're one crazy fuckin bitch," he said, his eyes focused on the road in front of us.
"And you're a big, stupid asshole," I said, my eyes staring at the same area.
"Good," he said sternly. I rolled my eyes and let out another annoyed sigh.
"Well I'm glad we've established that," I said roughly. I was tired of listening to him talk, so I reached down and turned the radio on at nearly the highest volume. Some Spanish power ballad blasted our eardrums. I looked at the radio panel disgustedly as I listened to the lyrics about love and such. I gripped the tuner dial and spun it furiously, landing on some harder channel. As the heavy metal-esque music blared through the car's speakers, I thought about everything that had happened between that very moment and Hector's last trip to Mexico.
"Look," Dom said after a few more hours of Spanish rock, "let's pull over."
"For?" I asked, still focused on the road.
"I'm hungry and I gotta piss," he said very matter-of-factly. I tossed him a sideways glance, but realized that I was hungry, too. It had been a few hours since either of us had had the chance to eat. I agreed and pulled into a Taco Bell. It was nice to be closer to the States.
"Don't eat any beef," I warned as we walked in. He nodded and headed for the bathroom. I ordered a bag of chicken tacos and waited for Dom to finish in the bathroom so we could leave; the clerks were starting to worry me.
"Let's go," he said when he emerged from the bathroom. I followed him out the door, but saw one of the register clerks start to follow us.
"Fuck," I said softly, "Dom, get in the driver's seat."
"What?" he asked. I handed him the keys and walked to the passenger side.
"Now put your arm on the back of the seat, behind me, yeah," I told him. He did as I asked and found a taco to crunch into.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" I hissed as the man came closer to the car. I looked frantically at Dom, who was busy chewing away at his chicken, then to the clerk who was steadily advancing. Without thinking, I grabbed Dom's face and pulled him to mine, kissing him awkwardly. He struggled against me, but I held tight until the man turned to walk back into the store.
"What the hell?!" Dom roared, sitting back in the driver's seat.
"You know you liked it, you pervert," I said with an attitude, "Just drive," I instructed.
My insides stayed knotted until my eyes forced themselves shut, heavy with sleep. The steady rumble of the engine and the darkness falling over the car, I was able to have a nice nap. When I woke up, we were still rolling steadily along.
"Mornin, sunshine," Dom sneered sarcastically when I stretched out.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said, looking at him hatefully. I almost had to laugh at myself. Here I was, trying so hard to make him think I hated him, when I wanted nothing more than to make him pull the car over right then and there!
"There's still some food, if you're hungry," he said, his voice considerably softer. I thanked him and grabbed another taco.
We rode in silence until we reached Hector's, except when Dom asked me to drive. I pulled into the parking lot of the shop where Hector worked.
"Hector here?" I asked the man behind the counter. He nodded and called for him.
"Z!" Hector yelled, running from the back of the shop. He picked me up and hugged me tightly. I was laughing the whole time.
"Hey bro," I said, kissing his cheek. I got a little surprise for ya," I said, pulling him out to the street. The man from behind the counter followed. I didn't see him, but I could hear the wheels on his wheelchair squeaking.
"Dom!" Hector yelled. He pried open the door and jerked Dom out of the car.
"Hector, my man!" Dom replied, hugging him. They laughed, but Dom's voice was cut off when he looked at the guy in the wheelchair.
"V?" he asked slowly. The man nodded and I could see tears coming to Dom's eyes. I watched the two as Dom walked over and hugged him.
"How you doin, man?" the guy called V asked. He and Dom talked for a while, as did Hector and I. I found out that the man's name was Vince and he was hurt in a really bad car accident. He didn't have to stay in the wheelchair permanently, but he sometimes preferred it to walking.
That night, we decided to have a "family" reunion. Dom and Vince were like brothers, I learned, and Hector really was my brother, so I took them all out. We found an amazing little restaurant and we all ate and joked and had a great time.
"So, Hector," Dom said looking in my direction, "You didn't tell me your sister's such a bitch." Hector started laughing.
"You've only been down there a couple weeks," Hector replied, "It usually takes a month or so for people to figure that out." He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Can we please just get through this meal without a fight breakin out?" I asked, feigning great annoyance. The three conceded and finished their food.
"I think we need to leave tonight," Dom said to Hector and Vince, "It'll probably be safer to get V outta here as soon as we can." They agreed and started shoving the small bit of luggage he had into the trunk. Then we put him in the backseat and took off. I said good-bye to my brother and promised to call him when I got home.
"So what is it with you two?" Vince asked, poking his head between the front seats. I looked at him and rolled my eyes.
"Nothing," Dom said plainly. Vince didn't believe him and kept pressing, asking some pretty personal questions. "Nope, none of that," he told the curious man. I gave him another razor blade look. This time, though, he was cut.
The entire rest of the trip was spent listening to Vince and Dom catching up and reminiscing. I heard something about someone named Letty, and I heard about a girl named Mia. I heard the most about Jesse, Brian, and Johnny. I found out who they all were friends of Dom and Vince at one time, but things had changed.
"Mia's good though, I thought you'd want to know," Vince said, his voice full of concern. Dom thanked him brusquely but changed the subject. I reasoned that Mia must've been the girlfriend he'd left behind when he moved to Mexico.
I drove on through the night, and slowly we made our way back to Baja. The whole time, Dom and Vince caught up. I heard nothing but the constant sound of their voices. I kept noticing Dom looking at me while his friend talked, and although I had to admit to myself that the looks he was giving me sent chills through my blood and through my entire body. He slid his sunglasses on, but still looked over.
"Look," I interrupted, "I know you're lookin at me, so just stop it. I'm not a fighter, but I won't hesitate to crack your teeth if you keep givin me that look." He gave me a sideways glance, like he was trying to make me that he was confused.
"See what I have to live with?" he asked, turning his attention back to Vince. I let out an aggravated sigh and slumped back to my driving. Moments later, there he was, looking at me again. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him. I only had to be with them for another hour.
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Part 22
"Home alone again," Leon laughed as I came into the room from the kitchen with my can of Mountain Dew and a handful of animal crackers.
"Hope you like Half Baked cuz that's what I'm puttin in," I said, putting the Half Baked DVD in the player. I was a stoner every now and then and watching other stoners just brought back memories.
"Hook me up with some animal crackers," Leon demanded as I sat in front of him on the couch.
"Get your own!" I yelled. He growled as he grabbed my stomach and pulled me back against him. We watched the movie as we fed each other animal crackers and he downed my Mountain Dew.
"That was not too cool!" I said.
"What?" Leon asked innocently.
"You drank all my Mountain Dew you thief!" I whined.
"I'm sorry," he said sweetly, laying my head on his chest and kissing me. I cuddled up next to him and almost fell asleep. Before I could, he jumped up and started screaming something.
"What?!" I yelled.
"Stars! I wanna see the stars!" he said. I sighed irritably, but agreed. It was very hot during the day, but the nights were freezing, so I grabbed my sweatshirt, put it on, and we headed outside.
"Jesus Christ! It's fuckin freezin!" Leon shrieked, running back inside.
"Get your ass out here!" I yelled. "This was your idea!"
He came back out after he'd grabbed another shirt and a blanket. We laid on the lounge chair together, wrapped up in the blanket, and stared at the stars. They were absolutely beautiful. I'd never really taken the time to really look at them and enjoy their presence. But Leon did. He acted as thought he was completely infatuated with the tiny wonders of the sky.
"Lookin up at the stars with someone special..." he started. I smiled as I remembered something I'd hidden from Zoraida a long time ago.
"How bout with somethin special?" I asked.
"What're you talkin about?" Leon asked confused. I smiled as I got up and walked to the table that sat next to our pool. I reached under and felt the piece of tape and my most prized possession.
"Meet Mary Jane," I said, carrying the joint back to the lounge chair.
"Bring it on!" Leon said. I smiled as I obtained a lighter from the table as well and lit it, inhaling deeply. I inhaled once more before passing it to Leon who also inhaled twice.
We continued to pass it back and forth, inhaling twice each time.
"This shit is the shit," Leon said, his eyes rolling around. I smiled at the affect the chronic was having on him... it was great. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I never got totally high to the point that I wasn't aware of myself... I never let it go that far. I cracked my neck slowly from side to side and looked at Leon who was already staring at me. He moved in quickly for a kiss, but I shot my hand up between our faces.
"What is that?" he slurred. I smiled.
"Give it to me," I said. He slowly handed me the joint and I finished it off.
"Well, what do we have here?" a voice asked from behind. I jumped and turned around only to fall sideways, putting my hand on Leon's head to stop me from completely falling.
"Z!" I squeaked. I swallowed and smiled. "What I a nice surprise." I tried to hide the stupid smile I always had whenever I got high, but it just wasn't happening. I looked at Dom, pointed my finger and acted like it was gun, shooting at him. I then looked at the unfamiliar face.
"Hi," I said, pushing Z and Dom outta my way. "I'm..." I paused. "... named after a car," I finished, laughing uncontrollably. I heard Leon also laughing and my sister stepped in front of me.
"You're high aren't you?!" she yelled.
"Uh, shh!" I said loudly, covering my ears. "They'll hear you."
"Who?"
"Lawn gnomes," I said with big eyes. I stumbled back over to Leon and sat down on his lap.
"You got bud?!" the other guy asked.
"Not 'nymore," Leon said. Suddenly, Dom ran back in the house then came out with a large smile on his face. He whipped out a joint.
"Fire it up!" I yelled.
Soon, everybody was higher than the clouds in the sky... except for Z. She just refused to get high, the girl had never even tried it! I was laying on the grass, looking at the stars that appeared to be spinning, Leon was still on the lounge chair laughing at Dom who was trying to dance, and the other guy, Vince, was sitting on the ground with his knees to his chest and his head down. He was one of the guys who was serious about his chronic.
"Come on Z!" Dom said, whispering. He stumbled over to her and put the lit joint in her face. "Try it."
"I don't think so," she said, pushing his hand away.
"Ah come on!" I said, trying to sit up. It took me awhile, but I finally did it. "Stimulate your mind," I continued, blinking stupidely. "It's not like you got shit to do tomorra, you don't have to go to work."
"This ain't Friday!" Z yelled, referring to one of my favorite movies.
"Actually, it is," Leon said, matter-of-factly. Even though he was high, he still sounded a bit smart.
"No honey, it's Thursday," Z said slowly.
"Oh," Leon laughed, looking at Dom. "I was close."
"Take the fuckin thing!" Vince yelled outta nowhere.
"Come on," Dom whispered, falling to his knees in front of her. "Don't you hear her? She's sayin 'smoke me... smoke me Z'." Z rolled her eyes.
"Oh Jesus Christ! Give it to me!" she gave in. We all laughed and clapped as she inhaled over and over again.
Before long, we were all high and enjoying life. Z and I were trying to dance, Vince remained in his same spot, and Dom and Leon were sitting on the ground... talking quietly. I stopped suddenly and looked at Dom then started laughing hysterically. Z asked me what I was laughing at and I told her, causing her to laugh as well.
"What's wrong with y'all?" Dom asked, looking at us.
"When you get high you start lookin like Sugar Bear!" I yelled.
"Your mother," Dom said, nodding toward us. The rest of the night was a complete blur.
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Part 23
When I woke up the next morning, my clothes here wet and I was absolutely freezing. I screamed, but soon realized where I was. We were all still lying in the yard, having all been too high to care where we slept. I watched Leon and Mercedes, smiled at the sweet way he held her waist with his arm. Then I looked at Vince… For one of Dom's greasy friends, he wasn't a bad guy. He still occupied the same position he's been in the entire time we were smoking. I giggled a bit, surprised at his ability to stay put overnight. At last, my eyes wandered to Dom. I watched his chest rise and fall with the deep breaths he took.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of power and confidence and completely uncharacteristically, I walked to his sleeping body. Luckily, he was a bit ostracized from the rest of the group, so I could efficiently walk to him. I stumbled a bit when I tried to stand, but took a deep breath and tried again. Eventually, I was able to get up and went to his side. I stared at his face. Smiling foolishly, I leaned down and forcibly pressed my lips to his. I felt him respond by doing the same. He opened his eyes and looked at me, obviously confused, but didn't stop. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me onto him. I grabbed the sleeves of his shirt and pulled him into a sitting position. His hands resumed the all too familiar task of roaming my body and I couldn't keep the excitement off of my face. I knew he could feel it radiating from my body.
"Inside," he said seriously, standing up. He pulled me to my feet and picked me up, moving into the house. He swept through the house, stopping at the first available bedroom: Mercedes'. I jumped down and pulled him on top of me on the bed. We quickly undressed enough to complete the mission we'd come in for. I could feel his groans against my neck and moaned loudly, grabbing at the sheets on my sister's bed. I knew she never made her bed anyway, but she would definitely know what had gone on.
I screamed his name and ran my nails over his clothed back as I felt myself ready to release the pent-up energy I'd been saving for so long. I could feel his body tighten as he prepared for the same, and couldn't help but moan out again.
Minutes later, we were dressing. I smiled to myself as I thought about how badly I'd needed him… Wanted him. "I really can get anything I want," I thought.
"What are you smiling about?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. I instinctively bound my arms around his neck and kissed him gently.
"Oh nothing," I said melodically. He rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss me again. I reached behind my back and unwrapped his hands, then backed away from him slowly. I walked into the kitchen to find the gang still sleeping on the wet ground. I knew they'd come in when the sun started warming up, but pulled Dom into the living room, proposing another go-round.
"You really do want to kill me, don't you?" he asked, smiling. I laughed, but put my arms around his neck again, kissing his lips.
"Why would I?" I asked, walking away after I finished kissing him, "I'm not getting any life insurance money." I turned around to look at him as I leaned back against the kitchen counter.
"Oh, that's it," he said, stampeding toward me. I squealed merrily and he draped me over his shoulder, carrying me into the living room. He dropped me onto the couch and laid on top of me once more, giving into my desire.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" we heard soon after we finished for the second time. I sat up to see Vince stumbling through the house.
"What's up, man?" Dom asked, sitting only high enough to see his friend.
"Bathroom…" Vince replied, hunching over.
"Shit!" Dom cried, jumping up. He ran to Vince's aid and ushered him into the bathroom. We soon heard the sound of retching.
"I guess he hasn't smoked that much before," I said naively.
"Not lately, any way," Dom replied, smiling. He kissed me again and put his hand on my thigh, rubbing my leg. I leaned back and allowed him to continue his torture from beside me.
We kissed again, this time only to be interrupted by "Ooh!" I looked up to see my sister and smacked my forehead. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her, smiling. She grinned at me with a crazy look.
"Oh!" she screamed, jumping around. She darted from the living room to the kitchen and I heard the backdoor slam. Vince slowly came out of the bathroom just as Mercedes was dragging Leon into the house.
"She forgot me," Leon said groggily. Mercedes looked at me and shrugged, then took him into her bedroom. I heard her scream and tried not to laugh when she came running.
"You fucked him on my bed?!" she screamed. I couldn't hold it in any longer and started laughing uncontrollably, nodding. Dom apologized, but she looked at us with mock disgust.
"Sorry girl," I said when I was able to breathe. She shrugged and walked back to her room.
"Night!" she called, slamming the door. I heard the lock click and smiled at Dom.
"Where am I?" Vince asked, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. Dom helped him stand and took him into my room. A few minutes later, he came back out.
"I hope you don't care…" he said, motioning toward the room. I shook my head and stood. I started walking toward the kitchen to find something to eat. As I was searching in the refrigerator, I felt Dom's strong hands on my hips.
"You just can't get enough, can you?" I asked, turning into his arms. I raised my arms above my head to keep my food safe and kissed him again, pushing the door closed with my foot. I moved him from my path and sat my food on the counter, then set about preparing it. I made a sandwich, and when I sat it down and turned to put the extra ingredients back into the refrigerator, I could hear Dom chomping away on my sandwich.
"You little bastard!" I accused, pointing at him. He smiled and shrugged, happily eating the sandwich. I grabbed the chow and pushed his head away with my other hand, then quickly slid between his face and his hands. I took the sandwich into my mouth and started eating while he held it in place. His chest vibrated as he rumbled with laughter. I ran my hands behind me and grabbed his hips, pulling up. He understood and set the sandwich on the counter, then hopped onto the counter. Directly, he resumed the position of holding my sandwich for me. I leaned between his legs, against the counter once more. I put my bent elbows on his thighs and ate slowly. He kissed the top of my head and we remained that way long after I finished my food.
"I missed you," he whispered softly, making me grin. I pushed my head into his chest and sighed deeply.
"So did I," I replied, "So did I."
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Part 24
Leon and I were lying on bed, he was on his back and I was laying on top of him on my stomach. We were both trying our hardest to get some more sleep, but for me, nothing was happening. Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Every time," I said roughly, attempting to sit up. "Every damn time." I reached for my green phone and put it up to my ear.
"Bueno?" I asked, almost demanded someone answer me quick.
"This is Brian Spilner can I talk to Dominic?" that one sexy voice came on the line again.
"Dominic!" I yelled. I waited for him to pick up on the other phone, but he never did. Now I was pissed. I got up and stammered through the living room, no one was there. I walked through the swinging door and saw Z and Dom in a position I never cared to see.
"Eew..." I said softly. They jumped up and Z grabbed the sandwich she had been gnawing on from Dom's hands.
"Telephone," I said coldly. I gave my sister a look and went back to my room. I shut the door, locked it again, and looked at Leon who was now sound asleep. I smiled and claimed my position on top of him again, knowing he wouldn't wake up. He kept telling me how he could barely feel me on top of him. I picked up the telephone from the ground and put it up to my ear to make sure Dom had answered.
"What're you doin callin me again Spilner?" I heard him ask. I was gonna hang up the phone...
"I need to talk to you," Brian said.
"I... don't... care," Dom said slowly like he was talking to someone who was talking to someone who couldn't hear.
"It's serious!" Brian yelled.
"Fuck you! How do I know you're not still a cop!" Dom yelled even louder. He slammed down the phone and I hung up mine. Now, what the hell was Dom and Leon bringing into my house?
Later that day, Z decided she needed a new outfit for the party we were having that night. As she was getting into her car, Leon ran toward me and almost passed me before he kissed me quickly on the cheek and continued toward the car. He jumped in and talked to Z before they headed down the driveway and sped off with squeaking tires. I smiled to myself when I realized I would have some quality time alone with Dom. I slammed the door behind me and looked at him, then smiled.
"How you doin, Dom?" I asked as nicely as I could. He looked at me confused.
"Fine..." he said slowly.
"That's good..." He nodded and walked into the living room. I followed him.
"I was just wondering," I started. "Who's Brian?" Dom stopped and turned to me.
"What?"
"You heard me." My nice voice was now becoming mean and bitter... I was starting to sound like my sister.
"Just a friend..."
"A friend? Didn't sound like a friend when you wouldn't talk to him."
"You listened to my conversation?!" he yelled. I smiled.
"You got a cop callin here," I declared, so evil and menacing, I surprised myself!
"Look, Mercedes..." he started, but I was not gonna listen to his shit. I thought he cared about my sister! Now I found he's got a friend who's a cop?! I wasn't gonna have that. I ran over to him and punched him in the jaw. From the force of my running and the power of my arm, I knocked him down. I crawled in top of him and continued to punch him until I was violently pulled off him.
"What the hell!?" I heard my sister yell.
"What're you doin here?!" Dom yelled from the ground.
"I forgot my purse, what's goin on?" Z asked.
"Thank God for small favors," Dom breathed as he picked himself up off the ground.
"Your sister's gone fuckin crazy!"
"No!" I yelled, fighting Leon to let me go. As soon as he dropped me I pushed him away.
"What is your problem?!" he yelled. I turned to Z, ignoring Leon.
"He's got a cop callin here!" I said. Z's eyes widened and she looked at Dom.
"Is that true?" she asked.
"Z..." he started.
"You gonna make me a liar?" I asked. He glared at me and we both knew he was caught.
"He's not a cop," he said.
"Bullshit!" I yelled. I started to run after him again, but Leon put one arm around me and held me back. "Get off me," I said, pushing him away.
"What did I do?" he asked.
"Look he's not a cop anymore!" Dom yelled.
"Then why wouldn't you talk to him?" He remained quiet. He obviously didn't have an answer and I knew he was lying. I looked at my sister... she didn't look hurt or happy... she looked like she was about to whip out a knife from behind and stab him to death. I felt sorry for her, but she needed to know.
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Part 25
"I don't know what the fuck is goin on here, but I'm goin out to get my outfit," I growled through tightly clenched teeth. I spun around and clomped out to the car. I held my teeth in their position and raised my upper lip, baring my canines. I heard Dom pounding down the steps and watched through the rear view mirror as he ran to the driver's side of the car. I slammed the pedal and pulled away just as he reached the door. I kept on driving and didn't look back. I drove until the sky was black. I didn't know where I was going, so I drove. I kept driving, speeding up with every passing mile marker.
"Where the fuck am I going?" I asked myself bitterly, biting my lower lip. As I thought about how deceived I felt, I suddenly became aware of a warm, wet sensation on my chin.
"Holy shit," I whined, looking into the rear view at my bleeding lip. I leaned back in frustration and held onto the wheel with one hand, and wiped my lip with the other. I was soon growing tired, but looked at the road in front of me with confusion. I'd driven to the border without even noticing. I'd taken the road so many times that it was almost second nature to head there when I left the house. I thought about my brother and how happy he'd be to see me.
I continued driving and stopped feeling sorry for myself, and started feeling pissed off. I went through the customs gate, where the officers knew me by name, asked me about the family and such. I held my anger in long enough to flirt with the few guards, then rushed to my brother's apartment. I stopped at an open convenience store and bought a big, big bottle of beer. I poured it into the street, jumped into my car, and high-tailed it to Hector's. I spotted his car and smiled evilly as I stalked over to it. I busted the bottle against the windshield, breaking both, then I dragged the broken bottle along the edge of the car. I looked sternly ahead as the alarm sounded. I watched as Hector came flying out of the building, holding up his pants with one hand while he ran to his car.
"What the fuck are you doin?!" he screamed, throwing his arms in the air. A random girl ran after him, calling for him.
"Hector!" she whined, with only a sheet wrapped around herself.
"You set me up," I said as he inspected the damage done to his car. He ran his hand over the scratch.
"I don't know what you're talkin about," he said, still looking at his car. I walked over to him stood there, holding the beer bottle tightly. I looked at the girl who was waiting for him, and she looked scared out of her mind.
"Tell me what the fuck you think you're doing, double-crossing me, motherfucker," I barked. The girl ran up to us and melodramatically threw herself upon my brother, screaming for me to leave him alone. He looked at me, mystified. I kept my callous facial expression and held the bottle up.
"Zoraida," he said over the girl's head.
"Shut up, you stupid bimbo," I ordered to the girl who was still howling. She promptly resorted to whimpering as she slid down to the ground.
"Now," I said, turning my attention back to my brother, "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Z, I didn't do anything, you gotta believe me!" he shouted. I wanted to believe him, but I couldn't.
"Hector, do we even have the same parents? Because I know that no one in my family would do this to someone they loved," I snarled, narrowing my eyes. He grabbed the bottle from my hand and threw it on the ground.
"Z, please, calm down," he said, trying to move closer to me. He nearly tripped over the girl at his feet, but huffed angrily. "You, go home," he ordered. The girl jumped up and ran back to the building. I stood looking hatefully at my only brother.
"Not until you tell me where the hell your mind went," I sneered. He laughed and started walking back to his apartment.
"Fine don't be reasonable," he said rudely, "Fuckin bitch, I swear to God."
"Aright, asshole," I said, "Why don't you start answering my goddamn questions?" He just laughed and continued walking away.
"Z, I didn't double-cross you," he said seriously. He turned to face me and I saw incredible sincerity in his eyes. He extended his arm, offering me his hand. I looked at him with disbelief, but rolled my eyes and took his hand. We were soon in the building and I was nearly trampled by the girl my brother had kicked out as she flew down the stairs. He escorted me up to his apartment.
"Hector!" a man said, whistling. "I just saw Michelle leave... You got a new girl already, papi?"
"Fuck you man, this is my sister," Hector said, turning me toward the guy. I looked at him, but continued on my way. Hector stopped and talked to him for a minute, but
quickly ran up the stairs to meet me at the door.
"So, explain yourself," I said, grabbing a Coke out of his fridge. We sat at the small dining table and he began telling me about Dom and the truck heists, the car racing, the situation with the Brian guy who kept calling. He explained everything. I found out about Jesse, Mia, Vince and Letty... All names I'd heard before.
"So let me get this straight," I said, grabbing another drink, "Mia is Dom's sister, and she's in love with Brian. Brian is a cop who was sent to arrest Dom and his friends. Vince and Dom grew up together, and Letty was best friends with Mia, am I right so far?"
"Yeah...." he said, leaning back in his chair. I continued.
"And Jesse and Leon just showed up at the races one night?"
"That's right," he replied. I crinkled my forehead and sat down.
"And now, Brian and Mia are gettin married because they have a baby, and Letty is just hangin out with them. And Jesse was killed in a drive-by?" He nodded. "Aright, aright... And Mia wants Dom to give her away at the wedding, and it's gonna be a big deal, but Dom hates Brian, so he won't even talk to him."
"Right, but Brian's not a cop anymore," Hector explained, "he lost his badge."
"What the fuck? You didn't tell me that! Why did he lose his badge?" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up.
"He let Dom go. He got caught with Dom's car, and the precinct took his badge." I looked at him and thought for a while.
"Well..." I said thoughtfully, "How did he know that Dom was with me?"
"I've seen him at races and shit... You know how it goes," he said, shrugging. I rolled my eyes again and exhaled loudly.
"Well, bro," I said after I'd let my head clear, "I guess I need to get back." I stood and stretched, sighing deeply. I stumbled back against the wall and caught myself before I fell.
"Why don't you crash here tonight?" he offered. "I need some help tomorrow anyways."
"Aright," I said quickly, running to his couch. I could hear him laughing as I drifted quickly to sleep.
"Night," he said, kissing my forehead.
"Night," I replied, putting up my hand. He shook it and went off to bed.