Twenty-Two
Bang Bang (She Shot Me Down)
Luca
Joey shows up just a few seconds after the door closes behind her. And Rock must’ve put him on a pretty good salary, because from all outward appearances my guard doesn’t seem to smell or see nothing. He doesn’t give the now s*x-drenched air an obvious sniff or ask why the Caddy was rocking just a minute ago, or even glance at me in the rearview, as I put myself back inside my pants, and retuck my shirt before closing everything back up.
He just pushes the Cadillac CT6 to start and cranks the AC, before asking, “Where to next, boss?”
Like I’ve been back here, reading a book.
“Home,” I answer. And the word feels cold.
Just like my heart.
Because f**k, what was that?
I shouldn’t have gone to the baby shower. Cursed myself for doing it dur
