Page 2 of Tattered Souls
“Tell her to take it to Sawyer’s or Torque’s,” Dom said as he walked away from us and got back to work on pulling the lifter valves off a motor for a 1972 El Camino.
Talia scowled, “She has six kids, Dom.”
Dom shrugged.
I shook my head. “Tell her to bring it by and ask for me. I’ll take care of it.”
She nodded, smiled, then lifted on her toes and kissed my cheek. “Thanks, big bro. Love you.”
“Love you too,” I said.
She was almost to her car when Dom called out, “Bye, Sparkles.”
“Bye, Big Foot.” I chuckled.
Dom scowled.
Talia just grinned.
Then Dom looked at me. “You and I are the same size.”
“You got more hair,” I said.
He shrugged, “True.”
Just then, my phone pinged with a text.
Curmudgeon Text Thread
Talia – I just found a fifty at the bottom of my bag. Score.
Ethan – Share it.
Carter – Been telling you to clean out that purse.
Alec – Dinner on you tonight?
Me – That was from Dom.
Talia – What?
Me – It meant a lot to him what you did.
Talia – Well, shit. Now I have to give it back to him.
I sighed.
Oh, this was going to be a long fucking day.
‘The deepest of a woman’s insecurities often come from the men who have hurt them.’
– Unknown.
Prologue II
Tatum
Ever since I was a little girl, I learned at an early age to never talk back.
