Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Keep dreaming, old man. The only action you’re gonna get is with your hand.”
“Disrespectful little shit,” he grumbles. “Well, if you do bang the blond bitch, write me and let me know how it was.”
“I’m not writing you a porn letter.”
He laughs. “Why the fuck not?”
“Because it’s fucking weird, man.”
“Did you see my boy?” he asks, sobering up.
Fuck.
I always hate broaching the subject of his kids. Roan won’t let Roux see her dad, and Roan refuses to visit him. Since Roan and I’ve reopened communication, he’s visited weekly, and each time brushed off my suggestions for him to see Jace.
“Yeah, I saw him earlier.”
He straightens. “How’s he doing? Still a fireman?”
“Same as last week.”
“I always knew he’d do something fuckin’ heroic. That’s my boy.” He grins and slaps me in the arm hard. “How’s Roux?” I bristle in irritation at his question. “Still friends with baby Ramirez?”
“She told Roan she’s not, but they’re still always together. It’s a touchy subject between them.” I crack my neck. “He needs to man up and force her to cut ties.”
This is something Jace and I agree on wholeheartedly. Renaldo Ramirez’s shit crew keeps popping up at OSP. The newest one, Deke, was a wealth of information. Information Jace had to beat the fuck out of him in the showers in order to get.
Renaldo still chops cars and my brother Juno is practically his business partner where that’s concerned. But it’s not just the cars. Renaldo runs drugs all over Hood River. His hands dip into all sorts of dirty pots.
Roux needs to stay far the fuck away from him.
“She sent me a card,” Jace says. “Wrote me a poem.”
The big, mean ass motherfucker’s jaw clenches like he’s holding back emotion. “She’s just a little girl, but her words are big, man. They fuck with my head.” He scrubs at his face in frustration. “I did wrong by those kids.”
I nod because we both know it’s true. But I don’t have much room to talk. I fucked them over too. We’ve got that in common.
“Roux’s a good kid. I miss them.”
“You’re gonna get out of here real soon, Jordy, and then it’s up to you to keep looking after them.” His words are part plea, part threat. “I’m counting on you.”
He slaps me on the shoulder and then saunters off to his crew. I head for the kitchen to check in before José hands me my ass. Before I make it there, Deke and two other guys appear in the doorway. Deke’s face is bruised and swollen thanks to Jace.
Fuck.
“You’re Juno’s brother?” Deke asks, his fat lip curled up, eyeing me up like I’m a piece of shit.
“Yep.”
He cracks his neck. “Lucky asshole.”
I shrug, waiting for him to get to the fucking point.
“Word is you’re getting outta here.” His brow lifts in question. “That true?”
“Not that it’s any of your goddamn business, but yeah.”
He runs his tongue over his teeth, his dark eyes glinting. “Juno asked me to give you a message.”
I brace myself. My brother is a sadistic fucker. I have the scars to prove it. If Deke thinks he’s going to kick my ass, he’s wildly mistaken. Cracking my knuckles, I never take my eyes off this dickhead.
“My boy said for you to come see him. He’s gonna take care of you.”
Fuck that.
“Is that all?” I grunt out.
His grin turns wolfish. “He said you’d probably give me shit about it and if you did, to tell you that you don’t have a fuckin’ choice.”
“Yeah, man. Got your message loud and clear.”
“I told her to suck my dick,” Terrence says, laughing. “And this bitch squats down in front of my desk like she’s gonna fucking do it.”
“Did she suck it?” Roan asks.
“Fuck no because Miss Sanchez is a cockblocker. Eleanor lied and told her she dropped her pencil when Miss Sanchez asked her what she was doing.” He shakes his head. “I would’ve let her too. Who the hell turns down getting their dick sucked?”
Roan laughs because that fucker never says no to head. I’ve walked in on Sidney blowing him more times than I care to. For only being sixteen, he gets more head than most grown-ass men. The dude has game, that’s for sure.
“You know who I want to suck my dick?” Cal asks from his lawn chair, sprawled out on it like he’s the king of the damn public pool.
“Ms. Frazier?” I laugh when he throws his flip-flop at me.
“No, but not gonna lie,” Cal says with a wicked smirk, “I’d be into it.”
We all groan because just thinking about our principal on her knees sucking dick is enough to give me nightmares.
“Nah, I was thinking that girl in art class with the big fuckin’ attitude,” Cal says. “Moaning Lisa.”
We all chuckle.
“No one wants to see you get a boner over this shit, man,” Terrence gripes and dumps his Coke into Cal’s lap, snorting with laughter.