Page 152 of Wicked Savage Cruel
Emilio
“She’s trying to get a rise out of you,” Dominique says as I stare down at my phone, my jaw tight.
“She’s succeeding,” I tell him with a shake of my head. Why does Kasey always have to pull this shit? And fuck, why does Bibiana have to look so damn good? I love that dress on her, but I’d love it even more if no one else but me saw her in it. And I’d really like it if it were on the floor and she were naked beside me right now.
I save the picture to my albums because ima need that later, and then I shove my shit in my locker. “Let’s roll out,” I tell him and he’s quick to nod.
“I’m ready.” Dominique shoves his gear in the locker and pulls on a clean shirt.
“Shower?” Roman questions with a quirk of his brow.
I send Kasey a text. It’s been maybe an hour since she sent the first picture, but knowing Kasey, she’ll have her phone on her and respond right away.
Me: Send Roman Allie.
She replies almost instantlywith a winking emoji.
Seconds later Roman’s phone buzzes and he looks down at the screen. A switch flips and he goes from tired and worn out from our game—which we won, by the way—to tense and ready to throw the fuck down. “What the hell were they thinking?” he bites out and I smirk. He’s not too keen on that shower now is he?
“Really? You thought they were what, going to go out to a party in sweats?Estúpido.” Stupid. I shake my head. “Don’t act surprised. But hey, if you wanna take the time to shower…” I trail off as his nostrils flare. “I mean, we could wait. Right, Dom?”
“Fuck that. Let’s go get our girls,” Rome bites out.
Like I thought.
We roll out in Dominique’s Escalade. Roman rides shotgun while I sprawl out in the back seat. Kasey gives me a fucking play by play of their evening with a series of photos, now that she knows she’s got our attention, and it’s easy to see Bibiana is having a good time. Her smile is bright when Kasey catches her unaware as she dances beside Allie, red Solo cup in hand. Shit. She’s drinking. Does she do that? Hell if I know. What if she can’t handle her liquor? What if some asshole tries to take advantage of her?
“Should we call Aaron to get his sister?” I ask with feigned innocence, curious to see what Dominique thinks about the idea.
He grunts but doesn’t say anything. That’s cool, the fucker doesn’t have to. I don’t miss his hands tightening on the steering wheel, and I swear if it weren’t for the fact he’s black, he’d have a white-knuckled grip. He isn’t fooling anyone. I don’t know why he’s pretending he doesn’t want to fuck Baby Henderson. He’s already admitted it before so there’s no reason to act disinterested now. Hell, if anything, he should hurry his ass up before he turns eighteen because then shit can get complicated.
Just to piss him off, I dial Aaron’s number, putting him on speakerphone so Dominique and Roman can hear.
“What?” he says as soon as the call connects.
“Nice to talk to you too,” I deadpan.Cabrón. Like he isn’t happy to talk to me. We all know I’m the lovable one out of the bunch.
He huffs out a breath. “Kinda busy,” he says, and I hear movement in the background.
“Who is it?” a feminine voice asks.
Ooh. Damn. Someone really is busy.
“No one. Go back to the bedroom,” he murmurs.
“Yo. Henderson’s getting some action, boys.”
“OH! Ow. Ow!” Dominique and Roman howl from the front and for a second, it’s like old times, before the rift between us all developed. Where we mess with each other and give Aaron shit just for the hell of it. There was a time when I considered him as much family as I do the two fuckers sitting in front of me. I rub at my chest and remind myself we’re not cool like that anymore but maybe… maybe Roman has the right of it. Maybe it is time to let that shit go.
Aaron groans, but there’s a laugh mixed in there as well. “What do you fuckers want?” I can hear the smile in his voice and don’t bother fighting my smirk.
“We’re about to go crash a party, but I can see you’re indisposed so don’t you worry. We’ll make sure Kasey’s taken real good care of,” I joke.
“Stay the fuck away from my sister with your dick, Chavez.”
“Woah, woah. I got a girl. It’s not me you gotta worry about.”
He barks out a laugh. “I better not have to worry about any of you assholes.”
