Page 259 of Vicious Saint
It takes a lot for Vic Lavell to resort to cursing, but when he does, you can bet one hundred percent of the time it’s at night and because of me.
The call from him came not minutes after we dodged the cops and peeled out of the Crescent Point parking lot, hollering something about assault charges, trespassing, and other shit parents worry about when their eighteen year old kids break some bones and laws.
He went on rampaging the entire eleven minutes it took us to reach Levi and Theory, who were celebrating their grand escape at a local McDonald’s.
Assholes didn’t even bother getting Jimi or me a McNugget. I was hungry as shit after all the cardio.
Whatever, I’m over it.
Something I wish my father would be, but he insists on continuing the scold sesh in the middle of the mansion foyer.
Fresh out of holy fucking his wife, I’m sure.
The four of us stand in a line as we face the four of them—him, wife, half asleep sister-in-law, and, you guessed it, the Italian.
Who looks more than willing to pistol whip me.
I wish the motherfucker would, so I can knock his ass out and spare myself the headache of another round of Dad’s bitching.
“What in the world were you thinking, Hendrix?” Her mother demands, eyes wide and furious. “Hurting that…girl…the way you did.”
Look at that…not even Dad’s irritatingly upbeat wife can hide her distaste for Seven.
“I-I can explain…” Theory cuts in with a finger in the air, but before I can silence her my father beats me to it.
“You, young lady, will stay quiet.”
“B-but, Daddy—”
“No ‘buts’ Theory!” his voice booms, anddamnI haven’t seen him mad like this since he caught me fucking the Catholic out of an altar girl. “I don’t know how you managed to slip past Stanley, or the security system, but mark my words where I stand, baby girl. Iwillfind out. Fix it. And you will no longer be able to walk anywhere without my eyes glued to you through every street camera in the damn city!”
Tears well in my sister’s eyes, but she knows enough about our father’s abilities than to speak another word.
When he realizes he made his point, Dad turns an icy glare on my best friend, who I notice from the corner of my eye just removed his hand from Theory’s back. Comfort’s to be expected, given they’ve always been close and she’s upset, but Theory is older now, andchanging, so Levi’s gonna need to learn some new boundaries before I rip his hand off and feed it to the Italian in a stromboli.
“Leviathan,” my father beckons him with a curt nod. “I spoke to your father…he wants you at the hospital right away to check on Theory’s friend.”
By check on, we all know Mr. Creed means to figure out if we’ll be paying or killing the bitch quickly so the hospital can cover it up.
When Levi refuses to move from Theory’s side, Dad notes it as much as I do and gives him a pointed look. “Now, son.”
Yeah…I’ll definitely be pulling time away from fucking Hendrix to remind Levi who’s theactualbrother here.
Finally heeding the command, Levi juts his chin at me, then takes off to the front door, pulling his cell phone out of his jeans pocket.
“Now…” My father lets out a sigh as he regards his stepdaughter, knowing enough about her now to expect a slew of witty clap backs. “Hendrix, I need you to tell me exactly why you hurt Theory’s friend.”
“Annalie isnotmy friend!” Theory ignores her own warning and blurts out, “N-not anymore.”
“Why?” June asks impatiently, but Hendrix doesn’t allow Theory to answer for her this time.
“Because that twatwaffle said some terrible shit.”
“About who?” Hendrix’s aunt jumps in on the third degree.
“Theory and Saint.”
The sudden allegiance comes as a surprise to only three of the adults in the room, mostly because the fourth one’s a dick and can’t understand shit unless Hendrix translates for him.
