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I’m already grumpybefore Irina leaves. Her cheeks are still pink from our last fuck when I walk her to the SUV. She promises to text later about when we can go out on a real date.
Walking back into the Pigsty, I glare at a naked Walla Walla for flashing his dick at my woman. Beyond stoned, he figures I’m staring at him out of affection and decides to hug me.
“I love you, too, man,” Walla Walla says as he stumbles after me to the applause of the remaining party girls.
“Leave me alone,” I mutter, already worried Irina won’t return. “Just fuck off.”
Walla Walla frowns at me before declaring, “This man is in love!”
I walk away during the second round of applause. Upstairs in my bed, I inhale the musk from our earlier fucking. Irina’s fruity body wash lingers on the sheets. Just before sunrise, I doze off, still fully dressed, while holding her pillow.
I wake around noon to her scent and thoughts of moving her into my room. That’s my short-term goal. Our destination should be a home of our own.
I’m still thinking about making Irina permanent when I ride to my sister Gretchen’s house. Years ago, Asshole Lloyd offered to buy her this three-bedroom ranch if she left her criminally inclined husband. Gretchen jumped at the offer, dumped the thug, got the house in her name, and then reconciled with her man. Asshole Lloyd was pissed and cut her off financially.
With her husband currently in prison and Gretchen only willing to do part-time work, my sister regularly hits me up for cash.
A few years back, she started a Labrador breeding business. Each litter seems to have one puppy she can’t get rid of on her own. Gretchen will always ask me to help her sell it, and I always tell her no. Once she threatens to euthanize the puppy, I back down and find the animal a home. I don’t know why I tell her no in the first place except that she’s garbage like my other sisters and Asshole Lloyd. I just hate to be agreeable with any of them.
However, Gretchen’s kids turned out okay. Diva and Rocket have stupid fucking names, but they got lucky taking after their dad’s demeanor. Good Time Gus doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. He loves goofing around with his kids and never met someone he wouldn’t treat like a friend. Unfortunately, he’s a moron with stupid friends and a wife who encourages him to stay away from nine-to-five jobs.
As I climb off my hog, Gretchen looks up from her phone. She’s wearing short-shorts and an AC/DC tank top despite the cooler weather.
“Got any gossip?” Gretchen asks me.
Diva and Rocket appear outside before I can answer. My seven-year-old nephew inherited his dad’s freckled nose and fat lips. He’s sporting a little gut from my sister’s shitty cooking. His eight-year-old sister looks like my mom—wavy blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and a sweet smile that digs right down deep inside me.
Still ignoring my sister’s question, I casually slip my niece and nephew cash. The kids know to never show the money to their mom, or she’ll help herself to it.
Frowning at the youngest of my three shitty sisters, I ask, “Gossip about what?”
Gretchen sizes me up as usual, as if I’m a loser that somehow stumbled into her fancy fucking family.
“I haven’t seen you since the park shootout,” Gretchen replies while messing with her shaggy blonde hair. “Everyone was talking about it.”
