Stable #2
Alicia's point of view:
3 am. Who's calling me at 3 am?
"Hello?"
"Letty, I have a situation."
"No. No more situations Dominic." I hang up the phone and curl myself around a pillow. I feel a thick arm give me a questioning squeeze and feel a voice mumble in my ear.
"It's nothing, go back to sleep."
The phone rings again.
"What the fuck," I growl and reach for the phone again.
"Is something wrong with Mia or the Brat?"
"No, but-"
Click.
It rings again.
"Will you just fucking listen for a change?" Dominic growls.
Click.
Ring.
"Dom, I'm trying to fucking sleep. I have to be out the door in three and a half hours," I hiss. "So catch the fucking hint and stop calling me."
"No. Come down to the old house. I'm in the garage."
Click.
Oh HELL FUCKING no. He did not just hang up on me without an explanation.
"What was that?" David asks.
"Nothing, I don't know. The bastard hung up on me." I sit up and crack my neck, then my back. Getting out of bed I look over my shoulder at the naked man in my bed.
"What?" I ask, pulling a shirt on.
"Nothing. I've just never seen you… like this." He's evaluating me as he lounges, still wrapped in the covers.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I growl at him as I pull a pair of $250 jeans on. If Dom thinks I'm crawling under a car to help him with some shit at three in the morning, he's got another thing coming.
"You're acting like one of our pro bono clients," David says with a hint of a smile on his face as he reaches for his glasses.
I shake my head and grab my keys. "Don't wait up."
"I'm just going to go back to my place," he says, getting out of bed. "It's quieter there."
I roll my eyes and slam out of the apartment, telling myself I'm going over there to give him a piece of my mind.
xxxx
"What is it this time Dominic?" I ask as if there's been a previous time. I haven't talked to him for five years, but I'm cold and it's wet and I'm not dressed for this. I don't own anything that belongs in a garage any more.
"There's a boy on the couch. An illegal probably. I need you to talk to him for me Letty." Dom says, wiping his greasy hands on a rag.
I melt. Dom and I may hate each other now, but we both have a secret soft spot for kids.
I look over at the couch and see a dark haunted pair of eyes peeking out at me and I'm gone…
xxxx
After Roberto's in the shower, Dom comes to the kitchen and sits down.
"Why'd you call me?" I ask as I check on the quesadillas.
"I knew you'd come." He's honest to a fault. "Mia's too far away and her Spanish isn't that good to begin with. Vince has the new baby. Leon's out of town." And jesse's dead… he doesn't say it but we both think it.
"You don't speak Spanish anymore?" I look at him and cross my arms.
"No." He's curt and grim. "Want a beer?"
"I have to drive back." I don't drink anymore but he doesn't-
"Shit I forgot. You don't drink anymore." He laughs and goes to the fridge. He pulls out a diet coke with lime and offers it to me.
I take it and rub my eyes.
"What are going to do with him?" I ask.
He pulls out another soda. "Let him stay as long as he needs to."
"What about his family?"
"Probably doesn't have one worth worrying about if he's walking around LA at 3 in the morning in the rain." He pops the soda open and leans back in the chair. He's looked better.
I swallow and nod, wondering why I noticed how beaten he looks and why it bothers me.