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“I don’t know, it hurts,” I say, gasping for air.
“Cherry, you’re okay. Look, it’s just a scrape,” Kevin says, brushing off the twigs and dirt off my legs.
“Okay, I want to go see my Mommy,” I say, looking at his green eyes. They look so pretty, like shining rocks.
“Okay, I’ll take you to Mama Bear, but don’t cry,” Kevin says, wiping my tears.
“Thank you,” I whisper, taking his hand.
We walk to the clubhouse, holding hands. Kevin walks me to the kitchen to search for Mommy.
One
Romeo
Ten years later.
Dad walks out of the bathroom with only his jeans on, rubbing the towel on his head. He throws the towel on the floor and runs his fingers through his long, dirty blond hair. I look like Dad, and I’m just as tall. I’m happy that I only have my Mom’s nose. I don’t want to have any connections with her, not physically or emotionally.
She’s dead to me.
“How’s your training going? Did you work on the kicks and chokehold,” Dad asks, raising his brow.
“I’m training, and yeah, I’m working on the chokehold.”
“Fuckingtastic, I’ll train with you tomorrow. I want you to be strong, quick, and lethal. Kickboxing is a good workout and training for fighting.”
“I want to get into kickboxing fights.”
“That’s something to work for.”
“Right.”
I push off my boots and leather jacket and grab my clothes and towel to take a shower.
“Kevin, I know that the club whores are calling you Romeo. Did you fuck them?”
“They want me to, but I know the rules. I don’t want the Prez to get pissed off.”
“Fuckingtastic. The Prez would be pissed off, so I’m glad that you know better. Those bitches want you, and they want you really bad, but I don’t want you fucking around with the club whores,” Dad says, pulling on his black leather boots.
“Dad, I’m not a baby.”
“Do as I say. I don’t want them to snare you into some stupid commitment. All those bitches want is to become an Old Lady. You’re too young for commitments.”
“But it’s okay to fuck other girls?”
Fuck me!
I can’t believe that he doesn’t want me fucking the club whores.
“Fuck! You can fuck the girls your age at school, but you best wear a fucking condom.”
“Right. Will do,” I say, nodding.
“Take a shower so we can go out to get some grub. It’s going to be wild later tonight; it’s Friday, and I don’t want you inside the clubhouse.
“I’ll hurry.”
