Page 35 of Dirty Saint


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Not that I hated it the way the guys did. Grocery shopping reminded me of good times with my mom. She used to take me with her, and we would take our time, stopping by all the sample stations and laughing. When we were at the grocery store, my father wasn’t there, and my mother could be her happy self. It was our little vacation from the hell we lived in back home.

My stomach growled again, so I went into my bedroom to slip on a clean shirt and put on my shoes, then headed out to the garage. A grunting Crow counted as he lifted the weight on the bar. He was a fucking beast. Meanwhile, Joker lounged on the garage couch, smoking a bowl and talking shit about some chick he banged the night before.

“I’m headed to the store. If you want something, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Joker snorted. “I love holding my piece.”

I shook my head and turned toward Crow.

“Mountain Dew,” he said, grunting as he rested the bar above him and sat up, “and some shit for sandwiches. There’s nothing in there.”

I laughed, punched his shoulder, and pointed at Joker. “That's because you two assholes never go to the store, and it’s only when I’m starving that I realize there’s nothing.”

“Mountain Dew,” Crow repeated.

“And you?” I asked, turning to Joker.

“Get me some Monsters. I need all the energy I can get.” He grinned wickedly.

Joker lived on Monster energy drinks, dope, and coke. It was a wonder his fucking heart didn’t explode.

“No food?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Salt and vinegar and some Slim Jims. You know what I like. Just grab a little of everything.”

“Got it. You want junk.”

“What can I say? I’m a junkie motherfucker.”

I turned to Crow and nodded toward his car parked in the driveway. “You going anywhere anytime soon? I won’t be able to carry all this shit on my bike.”

“Take it. If I go anywhere, I’ll take my bike. He tossed me his keys, and I caught them in the air.

Crow’s car drove like a dream on the way to the grocery store, and when I pulled into the parking lot, there were no empty spots. I rode around a bit until, finally, I caught a minivan backing out. The place was packed, considering it was the middle of the day on a weekday.

The first thing in my cart was the pineapple juice, and I opened it and took a big gulp. I picked up a case of Mountain Dew and several four-packs of Monster energy drinks. While I was near it, I snagged a few pounds of deli lunch meat, cheeses, and a large carton of eggs. Bacon was a must, so I tossed that in as well. Crow was all about eating eggs and bacon before his workouts.

I went to the cereal aisle and grabbed three boxes of Captain Crunch. I stopped and grabbed a box of strawberry Pop-Tarts when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tori’s dark hair going around the corner.

I was probably losing my mind. There were a ton of brown-haired women in the world. There was no way I would run into her again. At least, I hoped not, considering the shit I had said to her the night before. Plus, grocery shopping was supposed to take my mind off all the bullshit with her.

No.

I wasn’t going to run into Tori.

Period.

Before I finished up, I hit the meat section for some beef ribs and steaks. I loved cooking on the grill before a night of playing cards. Two loaves of bread and a load of junk food later, I found myself in the produce section. I had to balance out all the junk food somehow.

Once I looked over my cart and ensured I had everything I came for, I went to the first open register. I was close to bumping Tori’s ass with my cart before I realized I had gotten right behind her in line.

Shit.

I had seen precisely who I thought I had seen.

I could have quickly gone to another line, but someone had gotten behind me before I could, and trying to move would catch everyone’s attention, including Tori’s. She faced the front of the store, flipping through a magazine while she waited until it was her turn. I was glad she didn’t turn around and see me.

When it was her turn, she set the magazine on its rack and began pulling her groceries out of her small basket. There wasn’t much there, and all of it was cheap store-brand stuff. Not that it mattered. It was just something I noticed.

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