Page 141 of Driftwood Daffodil

What was there to understand?

“Simon drugged you?”

“Yes.”Damn him and his tempting bourbon.

“Then Gio Mancini took you home?”

I nodded, “Correct.”

“To his house?” Memphis clarified.

“Yes, Memphis, to his house.”

How many times did he need to hear it? It wasn’t that complicated. I got unknowingly high, woke up in the lion’s den, then walked home. Bam done. Mind you I did leave out a few minor details, but Gio’s lack of clothing wasn’t important information.

Considering some of the other places I’d woken up, this didn’t even make the top ten list of worst mornings. Man, raccoons really didn’t smell good, and they shed a lot of fur. A year later and I still hadn’t gotten that shirt clean.

“Your first mistake was accepting a drink from that slimy bastard.”

I mean… “It was bourbon.”

All expression dropped off his face. “And you didn’t find that suspicious?”

I probably should’ve, but… “It was bourbon.”

“So what? You wouldn’t let the Dickson triplets gangbang you for a glass of bourbon, would you?”

I don’t know… “Is it good bourbon?”

“Oh my god,” Memphis hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Sure the Dickson triplets gave a whole new meaning to the term white trash, but if they had a bottle of Wolcott, I could look past the missing teeth.

“One of these days someone is going to lure you into a van with the promise of chocolate.”

I perked up. “You have chocolate?”

Memphis stared at me.

I stared back at him.

“Anyway,” his chest heaved with a heavy sigh. “I’d like to get back to you waking up at Gio’s house.”

I rolled my eyes, “Do we have to?”

Personally I thought the chocolate topic was much more interesting.

“Gio Mancini took you, Nova, to his house.” Memphis’s brow arched, “Aren’t you the least bit curious as to why he would do that?”

“Umm..” I shook my head, “no not really.”

Who cared why Gio did what he did? Maybe he was looking for new ways to humiliate me, or he had some strange obsession with incoherent women? Whatever his reasons were, didn’t matter. I got a new pair of shoes out of the deal. They were way too big – I felt like a clown tromping home in them – but the satisfaction I got from taking them was well worth it.

“Unless…” I didn’t like the way his eyes narrowed, “you know why he did it?”

“That would require me to understand the inner workings of Gio Mancini’s mind.” No thank you. I already knew way more about him than I wanted to. Like how his perfect ass moved when he walked across the room naked.

“Did he do something to you?”

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