Back to the Cell
1217 Words
Holly's POV
Two days later I was back at the county jailhouse. I walked in to see Ben standing at the counter. "Go on back," he nodded as he seemed in an important conversation with someone at the desk.
I didn't say a word, walking through the doors I saw the hay god... Um... Marc yep that is it. Marc with his back to me once again as he watched someone else. Turning the corner I seen Kevin's hunched form quietly working. "Hi," I spoke as I got my rag and spray to start my side.
"Hi," Kevin's reply curt and short.
I was surprised but said no more. Working in silence I did was I was told. Noting there seemed to be no tension in here today. The work was done quickly and no malice or hateful comments had flowed. Had it been just him wanting to date me that started all of this?
"I am done on my end." I stood stretching the kink in my back. I have seen Kevin must have quietly left. "Where did Kevin go?" I looked up at Marc.
"To hell doesn't change his ways." He grunted with a smirk. Standing and stretching like a coiled cat he eyed me, "He headed home. He has been here three days." The smirk still in his eyes and on his lips.
"Why?" I threw the rag on the bench putting my hand on my hip.
"That sauce you got doesn't work on me Firecracker." A full lopsided grin replaced his smirk.
"Sauce?" I was confused. Then it hit me. He was talking about my tone and body language. "It is gotten me by in the past." I huffed.
"Perhaps with these townies but with me, NOPE." he pops the p to make sure I know his point.
"Whatever," I flick my hand as if to wave him off. Closing my eyes was a mistake. I ran into a wall of flesh. Snapping my eyes open I look up, tilting my head back to stare.
"Again, watch the sauce sweetheart." He leans down to whisper near my ear. Standing back up he reached his full height.
I open my mouth, but there are no words. I have butterflies crawling all over my skin. He is bad news I tell myself. Yes, but yummy bad news, the other part of me yaps back. I snap my mouth closed and wait for him to move.
"Good girl," he whispers near my ear as he steps out of my way.
Walking out of the cell, I worry my legs won't make it past him. But they do. Out the doors and past Ben still in deep conversation. All of this is weird, worst of all my reaction to someone I need to stay the furthermost from. I get in my truck, taking a few deep breaths to see the image of my scattered self walking out to settle on his bike.
Why did he have to be so damn good-looking? I shake my head and fire up my truck. I will stop at the bar and see if Luca is at the bar. I can hang out and vent some of this stress to him.
Pulling up to the bar I scan the parking lot for Luca's truck. It is there, I smile seeing the NYC license plate that says "sukit". Grinning I open the door and head to the main entrance.
"Hey, baby gurrrl!" I hear his voice as I step inside.
"Luca!" I shout back.
"What is my sister from another doing here?" He looks around to see if Kevin or one of his lackeys is here. I know he always does.
"Needed to blow off some steam. Can you get me a drink?" I pull up to the bar to get yanked across the counter into a massive hug.
"Ooo where did that drink of water come in from?" I hear Luca say as he looks at the front door. I let him go to see Marc standing at the door looking directly at us.
"A few days ago." I nod as he hands me a corona with lime. "Works for Clint." I sipped my beer.
"Well let's hope he swings my way." Luca winks and chuckles as he walks down to the place Marc stopped at.
I.look around the bar as I see not many there. The mechanic and a few old-timers but no one I normally chat with or have beef with. Wandering down to the stools Luca and I chat at I settle with my back to the wall. Luca and I ended up friends as he would call me when my dad was causing issues. Before he was locked down on the Rez. After that we would just shoot the s**t and blow off steam complaining to each other.uca hands Marc a beer, and throws the towel over his shoulder as he grabs one for himself. Settling next to me he sips.
" What is it this time?" He asks as he surveys the bar again.
"Not much, I think Kevin's beef is he wanted us to be a thing." I shiver making a gag motion.
"Hahahaha" Luca roars with laughter slapping his leg. "You just now realize that?"
"Shut up!" I smack Luca's shoulder and drop my eyes on my beer.
Luca is laughing his head off while I keep staring intently at my beer. "Seems you may have another admirer." He quips poking me in the shoulder.
"Who?" I look up to see no one new.
"Tall and tattooed." Luca jerks his head to the main bar.
I glance at the bar to see Marc turn his back to look at the pool tables. "Ha!, " I scoff. "As if." I roll my eyes.
"How are things here?" I look back at Luca's blue eyes and blonde tousled hair. He has tattoos and lived his whole life in the streets.
"Normal," he pauses as the doors open and Kevin and his goons walk in. They pound the counter.
"Beers all a round!" shouted the tall brown-haired one I had beat several times. I finish my beer and get up.
"I will leave you to the idiots." I shake my head. I walk past them as one smacks my ass. Turning I grab his hand, using leverage to pin his face against the counter. "I have told you countless times no," I hiss in his face. "Learn the f*****g word!" I slap his face against the counter.
Releasing his hand I continue forward to hear a commotion behind me. Turning I see Luca had reached across the counter slamming the same guy on top of it. "Don't touch my sister," Luca growls in the guy's face.
"Thanks, bro," I smile as I keep walking to the door, while I land into a wall of flesh.
My gaze snaps to the front of me to see Kevin's two other idiots stopping me. "We need a word." They snarl together.
Shit. I look over to see Kevin's face has been rearranged and bruised like it was in a fight with Tyson.
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Greetings Readers!
This brainchild won't stop coming so I am just gonna go with it till it slows down. Sorry guys!
Much Thanks and Hugs,
M. Merrill
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