Page 74 of All Your Firsts

“It gets worse,” Trey says.

“Oh?”

“They lit a bunch of bags of shit on fire and stole my weed.”

Rosie’s head snaps to me with wide eyes. She didn’t know that part of the plan. It was all me. She would have backed out, and I wasn’t having that. The three fuckers had it coming with how they’ve been flirting with her. They deserved it. My only regret is not taping his reaction as he ran out the door to put it all out.

“Who the fuck does that these days? I had to throw away my favorite fucking boots.”

“Sounds pretty shitty, man,” I say with no emotion. But inside, I can’t help but laugh my ass off.

“Not even the worst part. I was fucking the shit out of this b—” I give him a look. He doesn’t have a fucking filter. “I was busy doing stuff, and I had to run out with my pants around my fucking ankles. Dick flying everywhere as I stomped that shit out.”

“Back up. You didn’t tell us you had someone coming over,” Julian says.

“You guys were busy on a run. I couldn’t wait,” Trey says with a sneaky smile.

“Looks like karma bit you straight in the dick since you didn’t share, and I told ya we should get cameras. Your ass never listens,” Marcus says.

“You know I don’t like those. Evidence and all. Besides, I’ll be ready the next time,” he says with a glint of violence in his eyes.

Rosie mouths, “No,” to me, and I just smile.

“You almost ready to go?”

“Yeah,” she says quickly like her ass is on fire, and she can’t wait to get away.

“Wait, you have time to fit me in today?” Trey asks.

“I have some.” I peer over at Rosie. “What are you trying to get?”

“A piece on my upper thigh. You’ll be there to hold my hand, right, Rosie? It might hurt, and I need the support.”

“She’s not your emotional support companion, and also fuck no. We’re leaving.” I pull her out of the kitchen.

“Bye, guys.” She waves, and they say bye in unison.

I’m going to kill them.

I look up to see Trey wince as I rub the paper towel on his inner thigh. I swear the fucker is almost out of skin from how frequently he’s been coming in lately.

When I first got out, he helped me get my tattoo shop and fix it up. I tried to pay him, but he didn’t want money as payment for his help, only ink. I know it’s a form of therapy for him; it numbs his mind, as he likes to say, so I don’t mind. He’s had anger issues since we were kids. We all do, but I know his run deep. He usually does underground fighting to feed his demons, but they got busted, so this is the next best thing. No one wants a bloodbath on their hands after all, so I’m happy to help.

“Done,” I say with a smack on the tattoo I just finished.

He leans over and howls, “Motherfucker!” Then, he winces as he gazes down at the very red area I just smacked.

“Call it even for all the flirting you’ve been doing with Rosie. You’re lucky I don’t tattoo a dick on your body,” I say, narrowing my eyes.

He takes a second to think about it like he’s figuring out a math problem or some shit. Maybe he should lay off the ganja for a minute.

“Fair.” He nods before smiling. His smiles are never a pleasant indication of what’s running through his head, but I pay him no mind.

I rip my gloves off and discard them in the bin.

“What’s on the agenda for tonight?” Axl asks as he leans against the wall.

“Can’t, I have plans.”

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