Chapter Two
Mia brought Jenny home when the rain had stopped, but the pavement still slick and glistening. They talked about random things on the way back to the house. Dom was still away and Mia figured that he wouldn't be back until late that night or very early in the morning. "There's a big bathroom second floor, first door on the right. You can take a shower or bath, whatever you prefer" Jenny gave her a grateful smile and padded up the stairs.
Mia's predictions were wrong; Dom arrived not long after Jenny had disappeared into the shower. His crystal red Mazda Rx-7 was purring like a tiger as he pulled into the widened driveway. He was sweaty but the smell wasn't entirely unpleasant. His skin was the color of burnished gold coins and was stretched over very impressive muscles he had acquired from hauling heavy car parts over the years. "Dom, I want to tell you, I hired some help for the garage" He barely gave her a glance and whipped his hands on his grease stained shirt. "That's great Mia" He said a little distracted about why he could hear the shower running. "Her name is Jenny, um-" She was about to say more, but then Jenny appeared at the top of the chairs wrapped in a summer berry dyed towel. "And I said she could stay here"
At the sight of him, Jenny's mouth went dry and the way he was looking at her almost made her positive that the water still on her soft golden skin was turning into steam. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious. "I'm sorry," Her voice was barely more then a whisper. Her eyes were wide reminded Dominic of a summer sky over Hawaii. She quickly scooped her dropped clothes up and scurried back into the bathroom to get dressed.
Once Jenny had retreated, Dom grabbed Mia a little roughly and yanked her into the kitchen. "Are you crazy?" He demanded harshly. "The girl had barely reached puberty, you shouldn't have hired her" Mia rubbed her arm that she was sure going to form a nasty bruise and took a step away from her brother. "She's a run-away. Like Jesse was" Something inside Dom defiantly softened and he glanced over his shoulder when he heard the telltale squeak on the chairs. Jenny defiantly looked better, her hair was long and glossy, but her skin still held the signs of abuse.
Jenny nervously smoothed out the none existent wrinkles in her oversized black flight pants and smoke blue tank top. Slowly she climbed down the rest of the stairs and in an unconscious sign of insecurity, went directly to Mia's side. "Dom, this is Jenny Monroe. Jenny, my brother Dominic" They eyed each other for a moment before smiled and shook hands. To Dom, 16 year- old Jenny Monroe was little more then a pretty gutter mouse. But the ugly bruises gracing her cheeks made him frown. He hated to see anything being abused, especially someone who looked as innocent as Jenny Monroe
Since she would be working for him, he decided to test her knowledge on cars. To his surprise, she knew as much as he did. She seemed immensely taken with the magnolia white Spyder he had just won off a guy a week ago. "Nice isn't it?" Jenny looked up at him from under her heavily fringed eyelashes. "That would be the understatement of the century, she's gorgeous" Lightly, she traced a lean finger along the slick paint and sighed wistfully.
"Do you mind getting a little dirty and sweaty?" Jenny shook her head and got down on her hands and knees to check the underbelly of the car. "It's perfect. Wait, is that right?" She asked, pointing a lean finger to something under the car. She moved out of the way so he could get a glance at the twisted metal. "Oh fuck" Dom moaned and nearly kicked the car. "Go inside Jenny" He said, his voice barely more then a growl. A little worried, but not wanting to make him mad, especially since he looked like he could snap her in two, she quickly retreated into the kitchen.
Mia was mixing someone over the metal stove when she came back in. "Is something wrong?" She asked when Jenny cast an uneasy look over her shoulder. "There was something wrong with the Spyder. He seemed pretty mad" Mia shook her head slowly, her hair falling like a silky curtain across her face. Not long after, there was loud shatter and crashing and a whole lot of cursing that could make a sailor blush.
Mia brought Jenny home when the rain had stopped, but the pavement still slick and glistening. They talked about random things on the way back to the house. Dom was still away and Mia figured that he wouldn't be back until late that night or very early in the morning. "There's a big bathroom second floor, first door on the right. You can take a shower or bath, whatever you prefer" Jenny gave her a grateful smile and padded up the stairs.
Mia's predictions were wrong; Dom arrived not long after Jenny had disappeared into the shower. His crystal red Mazda Rx-7 was purring like a tiger as he pulled into the widened driveway. He was sweaty but the smell wasn't entirely unpleasant. His skin was the color of burnished gold coins and was stretched over very impressive muscles he had acquired from hauling heavy car parts over the years. "Dom, I want to tell you, I hired some help for the garage" He barely gave her a glance and whipped his hands on his grease stained shirt. "That's great Mia" He said a little distracted about why he could hear the shower running. "Her name is Jenny, um-" She was about to say more, but then Jenny appeared at the top of the chairs wrapped in a summer berry dyed towel. "And I said she could stay here"
At the sight of him, Jenny's mouth went dry and the way he was looking at her almost made her positive that the water still on her soft golden skin was turning into steam. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious. "I'm sorry," Her voice was barely more then a whisper. Her eyes were wide reminded Dominic of a summer sky over Hawaii. She quickly scooped her dropped clothes up and scurried back into the bathroom to get dressed.
Once Jenny had retreated, Dom grabbed Mia a little roughly and yanked her into the kitchen. "Are you crazy?" He demanded harshly. "The girl had barely reached puberty, you shouldn't have hired her" Mia rubbed her arm that she was sure going to form a nasty bruise and took a step away from her brother. "She's a run-away. Like Jesse was" Something inside Dom defiantly softened and he glanced over his shoulder when he heard the telltale squeak on the chairs. Jenny defiantly looked better, her hair was long and glossy, but her skin still held the signs of abuse.
Jenny nervously smoothed out the none existent wrinkles in her oversized black flight pants and smoke blue tank top. Slowly she climbed down the rest of the stairs and in an unconscious sign of insecurity, went directly to Mia's side. "Dom, this is Jenny Monroe. Jenny, my brother Dominic" They eyed each other for a moment before smiled and shook hands. To Dom, 16 year- old Jenny Monroe was little more then a pretty gutter mouse. But the ugly bruises gracing her cheeks made him frown. He hated to see anything being abused, especially someone who looked as innocent as Jenny Monroe
Since she would be working for him, he decided to test her knowledge on cars. To his surprise, she knew as much as he did. She seemed immensely taken with the magnolia white Spyder he had just won off a guy a week ago. "Nice isn't it?" Jenny looked up at him from under her heavily fringed eyelashes. "That would be the understatement of the century, she's gorgeous" Lightly, she traced a lean finger along the slick paint and sighed wistfully.
"Do you mind getting a little dirty and sweaty?" Jenny shook her head and got down on her hands and knees to check the underbelly of the car. "It's perfect. Wait, is that right?" She asked, pointing a lean finger to something under the car. She moved out of the way so he could get a glance at the twisted metal. "Oh fuck" Dom moaned and nearly kicked the car. "Go inside Jenny" He said, his voice barely more then a growl. A little worried, but not wanting to make him mad, especially since he looked like he could snap her in two, she quickly retreated into the kitchen.
Mia was mixing someone over the metal stove when she came back in. "Is something wrong?" She asked when Jenny cast an uneasy look over her shoulder. "There was something wrong with the Spyder. He seemed pretty mad" Mia shook her head slowly, her hair falling like a silky curtain across her face. Not long after, there was loud shatter and crashing and a whole lot of cursing that could make a sailor blush.