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She wiggles, pushing her ass against me.
“Princess,” I smile wickedly as I look at the mirror again. “If you want to come, just say so.”
She shrieks from the frustration, and I go harder, deeper. I grab her hip with one hand and use her wrists for leverage with the other. I push inside her one last time, coming with a grunt, and I know from the despair on her face that she didn’t get to come.
I release her as I pull out and she falls to the floor in front of me, her legs unable to hold her anymore. I throw the condom in the bin and look down at her as she takes the thong out of her mouth. “I didn’t come,” she pants, trying to find her breathing again.
“I told you to say something if you wanted to come,” I say, smiling down at her.
“I fucking hate you,” she spits at me.
“Mm,” I bite my lower lip before talking again. “I think I like that you do.” I ruffle her hair and zip up my jeans.
“If you think that’s a way to make me come back to you, you’re fooling yourself.”
I think I’m about to reply. Say something, fight back. But then a better idea comes to mind.
For the last five days, Sam’s been telling us she’ll come back to us at some point. I think her pride stops her from doing so. I think she just needs a little nudge.
“You’re right,” I lie. “Better leave you alone.”
“What?” She’s so confused I want to laugh. She wanted a fight, she didn’t get it, and now she’s not sure how to act.
“Enjoy the rest of your night, princess.”
I’m dying to turn around when I leave the bathroom, but I resist. There are much better things coming that I will take pleasure in watching.
I notice the blue and red lights outside the window before anyone else partying at our house. There’s no siren though. On the North Shore, you don’t stop to think if sirens are for you when they ring, you just run. They know we’d all be gone before they set foot inside the house if they put them on.
I’m not the one who shouts ‘cops!’. I wait until someone else notices, and then when the commotion begins, I lean against the living room wall, hands in my pockets, and I wait patiently.
People scurry out of the house, drop their bottles, and make a run for it. I warned Xi, so he could hide the bags he couldn’t afford to lose. But they’re not here for that, anyway. My brother gives me a shake of his head and walks to his room. This is our father’s house, where my mom doesn’t live anymore. Only Xi still lives here. Emma and Billie stop by me before leaving. Emma doesn’t have much to worry about, since she’s got nothing on her and is older than twenty-one. Billie isn’t scared of much, anyway.
“We’re heading home, you coming?” Emma asks me.
I shake my head. “I got some stuff to deal with.” They don’t need anymore. They leave through the front door at the same time the two cops come in. They don’t even bother to talk to them.
“Officers.” I nod, taking my hands out of my pockets and crossing my arms over my chest. They both nod at me.
Whoever is left they have to make a little show of asking for IDs and searching them. They find a small bag of weed on some girl I don’t know and take it from her. “Just go home, and don’t let me catch you at this kind of party again,” one says.
I know him well. Lucian. He’s been an ally of the North Shore Crew for a long time. He’s been a cop for too long, and he lost his belief in the justice system a long time ago. Now he just takes our money and makes sure to arrest more of the Kings’ Crew than ours.
I point toward the bathroom with my thumb and watch Lucian and his colleague open the door without knocking.
“Police,” Lucian simply says as he walks in.
I can almost hear Rose mutter ‘shit’, the way she does when something she didn’t expect happens. I don’t follow into the bathroom, I wait where I am and close my eyes. I imagine her trying to talk her way out of it, maybe looking for a fake ID. Unfortunately, fake IDs won’t help with the drugs I know she has on her. I overhear Lucian saying she has to follow them to the station.
When the three walk back into the living room, I have to run my palm against my mouth to hide the smile that wants to force its way onto my lips.
“Lik,” she growls when she walks past me, hands cuffed behind her back and an officer on each side of her. “Did you fucking do this?”
I don’t doubt she knows I did. It’s hard to hide anything from someone as bright as her. Still, I play dumb. I raise my hands in front of me, a sign of innocence. “Who calls the cops on their own party?”
She stops walking. “Come on.” She twists slightly, clearly uncomfortable in the cuffs. “I get the message,” she exhales.
“What message?” I ask innocently.
