Page 14 of The Dirty Saint

I laugh, giving Madi a kiss on the cheek.

“You two have really never fucked?” Dom points to both of us. “Like ever?”

“I’m gay, dickwad.” Madi takes another sip of the milkshake, dabbing at her lips with a napkin.

“She was also my sister’s best friend,” I remind him.

“So? That’s never stopped anyone.”

“True. But I wouldn’t get with Joey even if I preferred cocks.”

I shoot a quick glare at Madi, and she shrugs, flipping her ponytail off her shoulder.

“What? You’re not my type. Hell, I’m not yours either. I don’t have the ‘imaginary brain’ and ‘big tits’ thing going on.”

“Yeah, I would say they’re pretty flat.” Dom smugly leans back in the chair, pressing his back to the sofa.

“And just for that,” Madi takes the milkshake, throwing it in Dom’s face, before angrily slamming the glass down. “Here’s my gift to you. That’s what you get for being an asshole.”

I watch as the liquid pink substance drips down my friend’s hair, staining his clothes and shoes. I bite back a laugh, utterly amused at the whole situation that has just unfolded in front of me.

“Next time,” Madi takes the hot plate from the waitress, nibbling on a pickle before placing it down in front of her, “Don’t be one.”

“Sorry.” I point to the table. “We had a bit of a situation here.”

“I see that. Let me get something to wipe up the mess.” The waitress saunters away on her heels, calling over to a fellow waiter to grab some towels.

“You’re lucky you’re so important to Joey. Otherwise, I would make you regret even looking at me funny,” Dom barks, wiping his milkshake-covered phone on a napkin.

“You two. Cut this shit out,” I interject, pushing Dom back and holding onto Madi’s shoulder.

“But she started it!”

“Oh please. You started it!”

“Do you think I give a rat’s ass who started it?” Not in the slightest. “Stop it.”

Madi rolls her eyes, sipping her coke. “Okay, boss.”

“Let’s just go back to having a nice lunch,” I say.

“It would be nicer if she wasn’t here,” Dom mutters under his breath.

I roll my eyes.

“Grow up,” I snap. “Both of you. God.”

The two of them are making me think I should be spending more time with the soldier in my basement.

Speaking of which, I wonder how she is.

* * *

After a few more minutes of watching the Army Lieutenant, I feel my phone buzz.

God damn it.

“What is it, Santi?”

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