you got that from what we just saw and heard, Flanagan.” Sometimes I feel bad for the young ones. Poor Tyler seems to have lost all sense since he got married.
“My wife does not do spas. My mother and sisters damn near have to knock her out to get her to go get her hair done every couple of weeks, and she hates nail polish, not to mention the last person who tried to massage her ended up with a black eye.” When the rest of us looked at him for an explanation, he sighed. “She pressed her shoulders too hard or some crap, who knows. The point is that Mouth is not into this shit.”
I could easily tell him what I think she was up to given her specialty, but it felt too much like a betrayal at this point. I know very well that putting a horse back into a stall it had broken out of is a damn near futile endeavor. Arianna Flanagan is not like these other women. She’s…one of us. If we want to keep her safe, I’m going to have to find a way to get her husband especially, to let her in. I have the same problem with Jason and Roxy, but that’s for another time. Fucking Mancini must’ve known the headaches I would have going forward when he passed the buck to me.
I sat back and listened to the men argue about what to do about this new wrinkle while I sat on some pertinent information. Mengele and her fucking bastardized Cantonese had taken me weeks to learn and decipher, but if her mind hadn’t worked pretty much like mine, I would’ve been lost. Fuck! I guess Elena got her wish after all. She always cursed me with the threat of having a kid just like myself someday.
I can’t think about that shit right now, though. I have to decide whether or not I was going to confront this rogue player or let her do her thing. I’m almost excited to see just what the hell she plans to do at the prison. I hope she’s not planning on breaking in. Shit!
Alex
Waiting for school to end was torture, and I was there to pick her up half an hour early. I spent most of the day trying not to think about tonight, or tomorrow rather, once the clock struck twelve midnight. I kept myself busy trying to help my brothers figure out what their wives were up to; it helped keep me from being a damn pervert. Now I’m sweating because, in just a few more hours, she and I will be on our way.
I must’ve checked her gifts a thousand times to make sure I wasn’t forgetting anything and endure the ribbing from the others along with pointers on what to do with my woman as if I’m a virgin. At least Jace wasn’t threatening me with shit, so that’s progress. My mind ground to a halt when I saw Liz walk out the door looking like a zombified version of herself.
I hadn’t thought about the notes or Mandy in hours, something I realize now that the others had gone to great lengths to avoid for my sake. I know they want us to enjoy this time together, her and I, but seeing her brought it all back again. When she saw me and faltered in her steps, I almost wished for her sake that she’d come forward and say something, which she looked like she was about to but changed her mind at the last minute.
I almost felt bad for her because of what Track has planned for her if she doesn’t come forward, and that’s if he gets there before Jace does. “Idiot!” I muttered the word under my breath when she turned and walked away fast in the opposite direction. I shouldn’t care anyway because although she wasn’t as bad as Mandy, she’d gone along with her bullshit.
I stopped thinking about her when my girl came through the door—the smile on her face when she saw me melted my heart. I couldn’t hear what the others around her were saying but knew it had to be about me since their attention was solely focused in my direction. I got a good guess, though, when the smile left her face, and for a split second, I saw the little lost girl she used to be when these fucks were messing with her.
I started to walk towards her, ready for