Page 30 of Legacy of Smoke
“Fuck you!”
“Lily—” Poppy tried to diffuse the situation, but her sister was fired up.
“I sucked your dick.”
“Yeah? How’d it taste?”
“Fuck you!”
Poppy didn’t need to hear this shit. It was long past due to set the record straight. “You think you know my dick so well… what’s tattooed on it?” It was a long shot, seeing as my brother had ten years to get it removed.
“Inch marks. Nine for each god-damned inch.”
“Poppy?”
Her mouth hung open. Then it was like the sun came out and shone on the land after a heavy thunderstorm rolled into the distance. “You don’t have anything on your dick.”
“Prove it,” Lily dared.
“Don’t have to.” I rolled up my sleeve and flashed my prison tats at her. “Does my twin Andrew have these?” I knew for a fact that he didn’t. We’d stripped his coat when searching him.
Her mouth dropped open slightly. “Twin?”
“Yeah, identical except he’s a douche bag. He’s an asshole who likes picking up hookers when his wife is out of town. But when he’s broke, he takes them much younger. Picks ‘em up at bars. Goes to a motel and ditches them there when he’s done. He likes to disable their car, too.” I held the matchbook up in the air. “Does the Leisure Inn ring a bell?”
Her face paled. “He’s married? Oh God. I’ve become my mother.” She collapsed onto her ass in the middle of her broken shit. Poppy began picking up the strewn clothes and piling them into her truck.
Lily rocked in place, holding her stomach. “I don’t feel good.”
“I hope you don’t. You put your sister through hell.”
Poppy walked past us with her mouth twisted shut. When she returned to put the armload of crap into her truck she kept her voice low. “I don’t need you fighting my battles. If I want to bitch at my sister, I will. Right now? Let’s get her home where she’ll be safer.”
“She’s milking this.”
Poppy paused. “Probably. But let’s be the bigger person here and let her. Remember, she’s barely eighteen.”
“And when she’s twenty-five and still pulling this shit?” My voice got a little too loud. Lily moaned and sobbed as she kept up her theatrics.
Right then Jewel came out. “And who’s going to give me my car back?”
Poppy tossed her armload into the bed of the truck and whirled on her. “That isn’t your car. My father,ourfather bought it for her, not you.”
I’d never seen Poppy so angry. Funny, she’d let Lily slide on everything, but Jewel? No.
Sprout reached around Jewel and waved a hand between them. “Yo, flag on the play, back up. Ten yards for unsportsmanlike conduct and all that fucking shit.”
To insure everyone listened, Griz and I flanked our respective corners and guided the women apart.
“I need a car!” Jewel kicked gravel at Lily.
“Why don’t you go fuck someone for one!” Poppy tried to scramble out of my hold and was doing a good job of it until I wrapped around her and picked her up. Her feet kicked in the air.
“I think I will. How about it, Andrew? I’m free. You got cash?” Jewel stared right at me.
“You fucked my brother, not me.”
Sprout snapped his fingers and said to Jewel, “You know only brothers get a pass, where’s our percent?”
