Page 21 of Easy Steal

“Some people just don’t deserve your time and energy,” she said, looking me in the eye to make sure I got the message she was obviously trying to convey.

I rolled my eyes but nodded again.

“I’ll see ya tomorrow?” she said, hopping into her car.

I nodded again, and she laughed, shaking her head at me.

“I’ll get more than a sentence out of you someday,” she smiled, shutting the door and disappearing behind the darkly tinted windows. I shook my head and looked at my shoes as her car roared to life.

She revved a few times, before launching forward, spraying me with gravel and dirt as she fishtailed and wobbled out of the parking lot, showing off the abilities of her car.

I laughed to myself and looked at the brand new keys in my hand, turning around I unlocked the new SUV and shook my head when it worked.

There was obviously a lot that I was behind on, and I still had a lot to learn.

7

Chapter 7

Livie

When I walked into the workshop the next morning, the SUV from last night was already on the hoist, high in the air and the three boys were under it with their flashlights. I closed my eyes and brought my fingers to my temples as the piercing sound of the rattle gun echoed through the steel walls. Sammy stopped when he noticed me, flashing a slight smile before he continued making noise.

I shook my head and headed to the office, putting my backpack down and pulling out my laptop.

One day down, thirteen to go.

Why I agreed to two weeks here, I had no idea. There were better things I could be spending my time on, things that actually brought in money. But a deal was a deal.

Rome didn’t mind my absence, and I figured that Antoni would have been in her ear about it anyway. My being here was helping him just as much as it was helping Sam.

I opened my computer and did the same thing I did every morning.

Did a search for any mention of my mother.

As usual, nothing.

“What are you looking at?” Sam asked, peering over my shoulder.

I jumped at the sound of his voice, slamming my laptop closed.

“Don’t do that,” I snapped.

“Do what?” he laughed.

“Sneak up on me, I hate it.”

“I’m quiet,” he smirked.

“Quiet?” I scoffed, “this is the loudest place I’ve ever been. And I work in astrip club.”

He laughed again, shaking his head.

Sam sat in the spare rolling chair and pulled himself closer to me, opening up my laptop.

“Who is Maria Ragasa?”

“My mother, if you must know.”

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