Page 51 of The Prettiest Outlaw

He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my neck, which I loved.

“I really love the way you let me take care of you,” he mumbled, his lips causing a vibration against the skin on my neck, causing me to giggle and pull away slightly. “Making you happy, seeing you happy…that makes me happy.”

His arms dropped from around me. I took that opportunity to shimmy out of the short shorts and panties I was wearing. Nico always understood the assignment, and his dick was free mere seconds later. I slid slowly down on it, humming and moaning until I was fully seated. I stared into his dreamy brown eyes, unmoving as we were connected in the best possible way.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Domenico Hill.”

“Shit,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Ditto. I love your little, pretty ass.”

I rocked slowly in his lap. “I love you, too.”

* * *

The members of Faith in Harvest Christian Church showed up and showed out for Nico’s event. The parking lot of the body shop was filled to capacity with people moving through the space to tour the body shop, to let their children play in the bouncy houses, to partake in the offerings from the food trucks, and to patronize the vendors.

Rather than stress myself out trying to pre-determine how many cupcakes and cookies I should make for the event, I just made a flat amount—200 cookies and 240 cupcakes. Nico and I decided that whenever I sold out of product, I would be done for the day. The event went from 10:00 a.m. until 3:00 p.m. I was sold out by 1:00 p.m.

Everybody except my sisters went to enjoy the festivities while we cleaned up. We were almost done when Briscoe Hill wandered over to where my shop had once been set up.

“Hello,” I said cordially. I wasn’t his biggest fan, but I didn’t personally have anything against him. He’d been one of my father’s best friends, so he’d been around my family since before I was born.

“Hey, Briscoe.” That was Jia.

She was all smiles.

“Hey, Mr. Hill,” Jianna said dryly.

“Hey, ladies. Jianna, I see that you and my son can’t keep your hands off of each other.”

I cringed internally.

“Congratulations on baby number…what?” He probed.

“Four,” she deadpanned.

“Jia, you’re looking beautiful as always. How’s Langston?”

“Good, Briscoe. How are you?”

“I’m good. I came down here to support my son because they like to tell me that, over the years, they never feltseenby me. Whatever the fuck that means. Sounds like some shit a daughter would say, and they’re all sons, so I don’t know. They whine and complain and shit like women. But what am I gonna do? It’s a different generation. I mean, back in my day, no man would ever invest in a pass around woman. Couldn’t even take a woman seriously that I knew all my boys had their way with. I mean, I might take a turn with her, but never in my life would I claim her or make her mine.”

I was literally frozen to my spot. Briscoe Hill, the king of all fuck boys, the prince of all deadbeat daddies, was trying to ruin what had been a fabulous day for me and insult me in front of my sisters.

“What did you say?” I asked incredulously.

“What the fuckdidyou say?” Jia asked.

Jia liked to do her “prim and proper” thing, but what she didn’t do was play about Jianna or me.

“Not you over here, on my baby sister’s big day, trying to talk slick. And in front of me, too? You must’ve forgot who the fuck you were dealing with. Just because my father died doesn’t mean you can’t be touched, Briscoe Hill. My sister is fucking off limits. You will not treat her like shit, and you damn sure won’t do it in front of me. I’ll have your fucking lights put out.”

“I’ve never been passed around in all my life.” I finally spoke up for myself. “For years, you, as a grown fucking man, believed the word of a teenaged drug addict over the word of your own son. Dorien told you that those rumors weren’t true, and here you are in your damn fifties spreading rumors about somebody who’s young enough to be your own daughter. But why am I even surprised? You don’t give a damn about hurting your own children. Why would you care about hurting somebody else’s? Fuck you. And just so you know…your goat ass mama is a pass-around.” I flounced away from my sisters and Briscoe Hill.

Domenico

From my vantage point, I definitely couldn’t hear what was said, but I could tell by the body language of all three Outlaw sisters that it wasn’t good. I watched Julianna practically sprint away from the pop-up shop set up then made it my business to intercept Coe before he got away. I led him into the shop, which was way less populated than the parking lot.

“Aye, Dawg, what’d you say to my girl?” I asked him, and I could feel myself already getting mad, even though I didn’t know why.

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