Page 62 of Vows of a Mobster
Marissa: What’s wrong?
Me: Your cousin is an asshole.
Daphne: What??? He is not good in bed?
Me: Seriously? When would you think we’d make it to bed?
Marissa: Schematics. Did you not like it?
Me: I can’t believe I’m even putting this in writing. It was so good, I forgot to use a condom.
*** Silence ****
Me: I’m freaking out here. Seriously!
Daphne: He didn’t remember?
Marissa: I think that would be pussy whipped.
Me: Marissa!!! This is not the time. This is the worst time to have unprotected sex.
Daphne: Shit! I can’t go through another pregnancy and birth.
Marissa: I gained twenty pounds last time.
“Are you freaking serious?” I whined to myself.
“Everything alright, Brianna?” Mateo’s voice reached through his office.
“Yes, all good.”What a stupid question? Yeah, everything was marvelous.
Marissa: So do you need a morning after pill?
Me: Yes. Your cousin won’t let me go get it.
Daphne: I don’t get it. Why not?
Marissa: OMG!
Daphne: OMG what?
Marissa: He wants you to be pregnant?
Me: He said he’s keeping me under supervision and I have to live in his place till we see if I’m pregnant.
Me: Your cousin is an asshole.
Marissa: Yes, I get it. You said it already.
Me: This puts a dent into the plan of me being with Emma when he is busy. I can’t drag him or whoever he puts on me there. I can’t do this.
Marissa: Yes, you can.
Me: It has been less than twenty-four hours and it has already gone south.
Marissa: Or maybe it went north.
Daphne: I don’t get it. Is it good or bad?
