Chapter 1
Dom called. Pissed off at something or another. Fuck it he's always pissed. Fussin' like he actually cares. Ha. That's a fuckin' joke.
I told him I was at my brother Carlos's. For some reason his voice softened.
"How are you?" He asked clearing his throat I could tell that he was trying hard not to argue for once.
I'm fine, Dom. I paused to signal to Carlos that it was Dom, then I continued. "You gonna come down here?"
"Ofcourse." He said. "We should be there tomorrow."
Yeah fuckin' right. I never know where he goes or what the hell for. He's always gone. If not for one reason it's another.
"Not ofcourse. What about Spilner?" He hesitated on this one. I wonder what news his soap opera life has now.
"I haven't seen Brian, Letty. He let me off." Not surprising. Brian was getting along great with Dom. I guess he didn't want his face bashed in or he didn't want Mia to hate him. Maybe both.
"Yeah?"
"Gave me the keys and watched me drive away."
"How's Vince?" Dom's stupid greedy ass almost got his best friend killed. I don't know how he lives with himself. I told him, we all told him that boost didn't feel right.
"Haven't seen Vince, either. I had Harry take his cut to him and told him to call my cell with the news. Haven't heard from him since I put the money in his hand." Figures.
"And Jesse? He come back?" I cannot believe Jesse raced Johnny and ran. I hope he found him.
"Jesse's dead," My mouth completely dropped. The words echoed in my mind as I put the phone back on the receiver. Jesse could not be dead. Oh my god. Jesse. He was so fuckin' innocent. He did not deserve this. Now, I completely knew what it felt to hate Johnny as much as Dom did. The bad part is, part of this is Dom's fault. If only he would have fuckin' listened.
Carlos looked at me with this look of What the fuck did he do now. I had to regain my breath before I could tell him.
"Jesse's dead." My stomach dropped with the mere pronunciation of those words. Carlos's eyes became wide.
Then a sudden thought hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Oh god, Leon." Leon was his best friend. They were like peanut butter and fuckin' jelly.
"He must be really fucked up right now," was Carlos's answer.
I picked the phone up and dialed Mia. My best friend and Dom's sister.
"Hello." She sounded pissed or sad, or both.
"Sup, loca. Have you heard?"
"About Jesse? Yeah." She sighed like she was exhausted. "I'm sick of this shit, Letty. Fuckin' bites me right in the ass."
Yeah. I know, Mia. Don't tell Dom it's me, but how's he holdin' up?" I was worried about him, just didn't want him to know it.
"He's...quiet. Licking his wounds, I guess."
"Yeah, well, homie, if Dom gets outta hand when he's driving, make him stop and you drive. If he doesn't let you, call me, aiight." I didn't need another tragic phone call. That was the last thing I needed.
"Oh and check up on Le for me. k?"
"Aiight. Layta."
I hung up feeling overwhelmed. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. I felt like shit. My ribs felt like they were going to cave in and my head felt like it was going to implode. I didn't have nothing' else to do so I decided to get a beer.
Jesse was always unique. His own person. There was nobody like him. He was a fuckin' genius, but had no common sense. He could name every part of a machine. Any machine. He had A.D.D. (Attention Deficit Disorder) and one glitch in the plan and he was gone into his own world. AWOL. He was always a great friend though. No, let me rephrase that. Brother. And now he's gone.
"You know it's Dom's fault, right?" I turned around to face Carlos, who had this smirk on his face. I decided to bust him from that shit.
"Listen, you ass, at least hasn't been in and out of jails like some people I know for dealing blow to kids. I can't believe you would deal it to anyone under eighteen. You disgust me."
"It's just business. No strings attached."
I gave him one of my infamous glares and lifted his hands up in surrender. Ass. I decided it wasn't worth arguing over, especially over Jesse's memory.
I walked out into the back to get some fresh air. Mexico really was beautiful with it's white beaches and clear oceans. Kinda reminded me of the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico, where I grew up. Before shit got complicated. Before my dad died. Before my step-dad. But that's another story.
I pushed these depressing thoughts out of my mind and sat down and got drunk. See the thing about getting drunk is that you start getting all sentimental. Remembering shit that you thought you had buried. I started wondering where Dom was. Probably out fucking some skank. Some ho who would probably end up stealing his money and leaving. Fuck. That shit hurts. What the fuck? Am I not enough? I decided I couldn't take anymore memories and got bombed until I passed out.
Dom called. Pissed off at something or another. Fuck it he's always pissed. Fussin' like he actually cares. Ha. That's a fuckin' joke.
I told him I was at my brother Carlos's. For some reason his voice softened.
"How are you?" He asked clearing his throat I could tell that he was trying hard not to argue for once.
I'm fine, Dom. I paused to signal to Carlos that it was Dom, then I continued. "You gonna come down here?"
"Ofcourse." He said. "We should be there tomorrow."
Yeah fuckin' right. I never know where he goes or what the hell for. He's always gone. If not for one reason it's another.
"Not ofcourse. What about Spilner?" He hesitated on this one. I wonder what news his soap opera life has now.
"I haven't seen Brian, Letty. He let me off." Not surprising. Brian was getting along great with Dom. I guess he didn't want his face bashed in or he didn't want Mia to hate him. Maybe both.
"Yeah?"
"Gave me the keys and watched me drive away."
"How's Vince?" Dom's stupid greedy ass almost got his best friend killed. I don't know how he lives with himself. I told him, we all told him that boost didn't feel right.
"Haven't seen Vince, either. I had Harry take his cut to him and told him to call my cell with the news. Haven't heard from him since I put the money in his hand." Figures.
"And Jesse? He come back?" I cannot believe Jesse raced Johnny and ran. I hope he found him.
"Jesse's dead," My mouth completely dropped. The words echoed in my mind as I put the phone back on the receiver. Jesse could not be dead. Oh my god. Jesse. He was so fuckin' innocent. He did not deserve this. Now, I completely knew what it felt to hate Johnny as much as Dom did. The bad part is, part of this is Dom's fault. If only he would have fuckin' listened.
Carlos looked at me with this look of What the fuck did he do now. I had to regain my breath before I could tell him.
"Jesse's dead." My stomach dropped with the mere pronunciation of those words. Carlos's eyes became wide.
Then a sudden thought hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Oh god, Leon." Leon was his best friend. They were like peanut butter and fuckin' jelly.
"He must be really fucked up right now," was Carlos's answer.
I picked the phone up and dialed Mia. My best friend and Dom's sister.
"Hello." She sounded pissed or sad, or both.
"Sup, loca. Have you heard?"
"About Jesse? Yeah." She sighed like she was exhausted. "I'm sick of this shit, Letty. Fuckin' bites me right in the ass."
Yeah. I know, Mia. Don't tell Dom it's me, but how's he holdin' up?" I was worried about him, just didn't want him to know it.
"He's...quiet. Licking his wounds, I guess."
"Yeah, well, homie, if Dom gets outta hand when he's driving, make him stop and you drive. If he doesn't let you, call me, aiight." I didn't need another tragic phone call. That was the last thing I needed.
"Oh and check up on Le for me. k?"
"Aiight. Layta."
I hung up feeling overwhelmed. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. I felt like shit. My ribs felt like they were going to cave in and my head felt like it was going to implode. I didn't have nothing' else to do so I decided to get a beer.
Jesse was always unique. His own person. There was nobody like him. He was a fuckin' genius, but had no common sense. He could name every part of a machine. Any machine. He had A.D.D. (Attention Deficit Disorder) and one glitch in the plan and he was gone into his own world. AWOL. He was always a great friend though. No, let me rephrase that. Brother. And now he's gone.
"You know it's Dom's fault, right?" I turned around to face Carlos, who had this smirk on his face. I decided to bust him from that shit.
"Listen, you ass, at least hasn't been in and out of jails like some people I know for dealing blow to kids. I can't believe you would deal it to anyone under eighteen. You disgust me."
"It's just business. No strings attached."
I gave him one of my infamous glares and lifted his hands up in surrender. Ass. I decided it wasn't worth arguing over, especially over Jesse's memory.
I walked out into the back to get some fresh air. Mexico really was beautiful with it's white beaches and clear oceans. Kinda reminded me of the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico, where I grew up. Before shit got complicated. Before my dad died. Before my step-dad. But that's another story.
I pushed these depressing thoughts out of my mind and sat down and got drunk. See the thing about getting drunk is that you start getting all sentimental. Remembering shit that you thought you had buried. I started wondering where Dom was. Probably out fucking some skank. Some ho who would probably end up stealing his money and leaving. Fuck. That shit hurts. What the fuck? Am I not enough? I decided I couldn't take anymore memories and got bombed until I passed out.