AUTHORS NOTES: Sorry I been gone so long kiddies. I was in the midst of
writers block. And double double double sorry to Greenglowchasis I meant to
send a copy of this to you to beta but I was too impatient, and well too
thrilled to be over my writers block to send it out first. next chapter I
promise. if you still interested!
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Chapter 4
I turned slowly so I was fully facing Vince eye's on his refusing to give way to the need to run up and hug Mia until she forgave me. And Definitely until she stopped crying. First I had to deal with Vince.
I shouldn't even HAVE to deal with Vince.
He was my best friend and I shouldn't.
It was at that very point I let it go. The pretending. The rage. I should be doing everything in my power to make it up to Vince and Letty and Mia. I had been acting like a dick since I got out of jail.
I don't know why. I had a suspicions it had something to do with taking what I wanted damn the consequences. It's what you HAD to do in Lompoc to survive. You had to be the toughest or you didn't get out alive. And I'd seen a couple of guys ignore that rule and be carried out in body bags.
But then again maybe I was just selfish. Maybe I'd always been selfish.
I was used to having my way. Especially when it came to women. All it took was one look and generally every woman in that direction came flocking for a chance with me. They all knew it was one night. maybe two never long, but they still came and begged to be used.
What wasn't exciting about that? What wouldn't lead your average male to think that maybe he was more then what he was when so many different woman wanted a piece of him?
Even when I got out of jail I had offers from girls almost every night. With my bald head and overgrown muscles they still flocked to me, because I had a little possessed quality called charisma.
I was sure, looking back, I could look like a bean pole, acne ridden face, tufts of ill-kept hair and a small head and the women would still want me. actually that's kinda how I had looked before I went to Lompoc.
"What the fuck?" Vince demanded crossing an arm on top of the other, as I watched his upper arm muscles ripple smoothly. I wasn't the only one that had built up in jail I guess. Vince had always been big. More muscly then me, I'd been the brain and he the Braun. Now. we were both the Braun and neither of us was using our brains.
"Look it's not what you damn well think. Just step back. It's time you let me start handling things around here Vince. MY home. MY sister. My way. You gotta step out." Right out the door out of the city and leave Letty on the porch as a peace offering.
"Step out? I gotta step out?" Vince asked and I could tell he was nearly choking on his rage. "All I been doing is stepping out brotha! Stepping out of everything, letting you re-adjust figuring it would all be a matter of time before you settled back in and started acting like. an adult!" Vince snapped at me.
Ohh wrong move. If he'd come to make peace, maybe I woulda dropped it but here HE was telling me to act like an adult. in my OWN home. "You go first you momma's boy." I taunted him with malice. His mom had left him with his father when he was 5, gone off with one of her johns. News said she wound up dead in Tijuana. Vince had taken that hard. He'd always hoped she'd come and get him. She was a dead-beat like his dad. but least she didn't hit him.
His fists clenched and he stalked a few paces closer, "What'd Let ever do to you man? She been toasting the town since you got out. telling everyone she knows. ones she don't. working double shift at the garage so you'll notice her and maybe tell her she ain't bad under the cars. What was that shit about in the garage? You got issues with me fine I can take that don't bring Let into it or I'll break you jaw and send you back to Lompoc."
My eye's went Red I'm sure and I charged at Vince I wasn't thinking logically it was just fist after fist after fist. Feeling each blow returned with power I would never admit frightened me.
It was my fault, I over-balanced, he knocked me to the ground and put the boot in. My rib cage shook and my lungs jolted in spasms with the pressure. "You don't ever EVER take none of you issues out on my lady, ever again, or Imma gonna break the other rib. And mind that if I ever see Mia crying again I don't care for what I'm coming after you and putting you in a coffin." I could feel Vince's glare burning through my skull.
"When you wanna explain what the hell I did to P'O you so bad you know where to find me. 'Til then my ass gonna stay well and truly stepped in on this brotha. I ain't giving up on you, even if you acting like a first rate fool." Vince growled, thankfully stepping OVER me not ON me, and heading. I assume up to his room.
When he'd gone a sat up. Beating down twice in one day. I really had to re- think I battle strategy. And I really, really needed to stop picking fight's with people that could kill me. Lot of good 150 pound of muscles did me when I still didn't know how to fight for peanuts.
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I turned slowly so I was fully facing Vince eye's on his refusing to give way to the need to run up and hug Mia until she forgave me. And Definitely until she stopped crying. First I had to deal with Vince.
I shouldn't even HAVE to deal with Vince.
He was my best friend and I shouldn't.
It was at that very point I let it go. The pretending. The rage. I should be doing everything in my power to make it up to Vince and Letty and Mia. I had been acting like a dick since I got out of jail.
I don't know why. I had a suspicions it had something to do with taking what I wanted damn the consequences. It's what you HAD to do in Lompoc to survive. You had to be the toughest or you didn't get out alive. And I'd seen a couple of guys ignore that rule and be carried out in body bags.
But then again maybe I was just selfish. Maybe I'd always been selfish.
I was used to having my way. Especially when it came to women. All it took was one look and generally every woman in that direction came flocking for a chance with me. They all knew it was one night. maybe two never long, but they still came and begged to be used.
What wasn't exciting about that? What wouldn't lead your average male to think that maybe he was more then what he was when so many different woman wanted a piece of him?
Even when I got out of jail I had offers from girls almost every night. With my bald head and overgrown muscles they still flocked to me, because I had a little possessed quality called charisma.
I was sure, looking back, I could look like a bean pole, acne ridden face, tufts of ill-kept hair and a small head and the women would still want me. actually that's kinda how I had looked before I went to Lompoc.
"What the fuck?" Vince demanded crossing an arm on top of the other, as I watched his upper arm muscles ripple smoothly. I wasn't the only one that had built up in jail I guess. Vince had always been big. More muscly then me, I'd been the brain and he the Braun. Now. we were both the Braun and neither of us was using our brains.
"Look it's not what you damn well think. Just step back. It's time you let me start handling things around here Vince. MY home. MY sister. My way. You gotta step out." Right out the door out of the city and leave Letty on the porch as a peace offering.
"Step out? I gotta step out?" Vince asked and I could tell he was nearly choking on his rage. "All I been doing is stepping out brotha! Stepping out of everything, letting you re-adjust figuring it would all be a matter of time before you settled back in and started acting like. an adult!" Vince snapped at me.
Ohh wrong move. If he'd come to make peace, maybe I woulda dropped it but here HE was telling me to act like an adult. in my OWN home. "You go first you momma's boy." I taunted him with malice. His mom had left him with his father when he was 5, gone off with one of her johns. News said she wound up dead in Tijuana. Vince had taken that hard. He'd always hoped she'd come and get him. She was a dead-beat like his dad. but least she didn't hit him.
His fists clenched and he stalked a few paces closer, "What'd Let ever do to you man? She been toasting the town since you got out. telling everyone she knows. ones she don't. working double shift at the garage so you'll notice her and maybe tell her she ain't bad under the cars. What was that shit about in the garage? You got issues with me fine I can take that don't bring Let into it or I'll break you jaw and send you back to Lompoc."
My eye's went Red I'm sure and I charged at Vince I wasn't thinking logically it was just fist after fist after fist. Feeling each blow returned with power I would never admit frightened me.
It was my fault, I over-balanced, he knocked me to the ground and put the boot in. My rib cage shook and my lungs jolted in spasms with the pressure. "You don't ever EVER take none of you issues out on my lady, ever again, or Imma gonna break the other rib. And mind that if I ever see Mia crying again I don't care for what I'm coming after you and putting you in a coffin." I could feel Vince's glare burning through my skull.
"When you wanna explain what the hell I did to P'O you so bad you know where to find me. 'Til then my ass gonna stay well and truly stepped in on this brotha. I ain't giving up on you, even if you acting like a first rate fool." Vince growled, thankfully stepping OVER me not ON me, and heading. I assume up to his room.
When he'd gone a sat up. Beating down twice in one day. I really had to re- think I battle strategy. And I really, really needed to stop picking fight's with people that could kill me. Lot of good 150 pound of muscles did me when I still didn't know how to fight for peanuts.
