Page 88 of Flock
“He’s also bluntly honest, like you.”
“Yeah?” She smiles.
“But, I am with him.”
She nods. “I’ll back off. I just ... he’s perfect, but you know that. Dominic too. But he scares the shit out of me.”
Me too. But in the way I can’t get enough of him.
“Yeah, they’re ... hard to describe.”
“So, come on, girl,” she nudges me with her elbow, “what exactly did you do to get in that car?”
Fucked them both on a float. I cringe at my vulgar thought and burst out laughing despite it.
Who in the hell am I? Alicia gives me an odd look.
“Sorry, it’s been an interesting week. I met Sean at work and we all just started hanging out.”
“If my brother wasn’t such a dick, I could too.”
“Overprotective, eh?”
“Yeah, to the point I might kill him in his sleep.”
“Have you been to many of these?”
“This is my fourth.” She rolls her eyes. “Twenty years old and I still have to ask my brother to play with him and his friends.”
“So, what is the meetup about?”
She shrugs. “It’s just a party.”
I harrumph. Third time is not the charm.
“You don’t find it odd that every one of these men has the same tattoo?”
She shrugs a shoulder, her face impassive. “Not at all.”
“Please, please tell me what I’m missing.”
She frowns. “You don’t know anything?”
“No. Is this a gang?”
She squelches her laughter after gauging my expression. “No, not like that. But if they were to bust us right now, I’m sure half of these assholes would serve time.”
“For?”
“Their crimes.”
Questions and evasive answers. It’s becoming an infuriating pattern, and I can see she’s sympathetic. I try a different angle.
“So why do you come here?”
“Because I believe in this.”
“And this is?”
