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“I’m so fucking jealous and I’ve no clue how to handle it, Marls.” He said with honesty. “This is all new for me. There’d been no one else before me ... I don’t ... fuck, I don’t know. I’ve just gotta get my head around the fact that she’s lived a life while we’ve been apart.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.
“It’s been four years, Mac. Have a little think about what you’ve been up to in that time. Like I said, you either need to move past it or move on.” I’m pissed off with him now and feeling defensive of my sister. Whatever she may or may not have been doing with regards to her sex life, I bet she’s lived like a nun compared to the things we’ve been up to, at least I fucking hope she has.
I shudder.
“Can we end this convo please? My sister’s sex life is really not my favourite subject ... ever.”
He gives a small smile. “Ah well, what’s done is done. I love her and want her back regardless. I’m just a jealous fucker, but I’ll get over it. She’s meeting him Monday to break up with him anyway.”
He pushed up from where he was sitting. “I’m starving. We got any food here?”
“There’s bread in the freezer and beans in the cupboard, if you fancy beans on toast.” I tell him, grateful for the subject change.
We enter my dad’s club for Georgia’s mate’s party, just after midnight. Len had arranged extra security and we were smuggled in a back door and straight up to the VIP area.
The only people I recognised were Bailey and Lennon. There was no sign of the girls.
“Gia not here yet?” Maca asked straight away.
“Downstairs dancing.” Len said.
“For fuck’s sake, Len, why’d you let her go down there?”
“She’s a grown up, Mac. I can’t tell her where to go. They wanted to dance, and it’s not very busy up here yet.”
“She’ll be fine, mate.” Bailey added. “She’s here nearly every week and we never have any problems. You’re the famous one, Maca, not her.”
“I need a drink.” Is all Maca comes back with.
We had a few bourbons and a couple of lines of coke before we left our place, and I could tell he was a bit edgy.
And before you judge about the drugs ... again, it was what it was. The area that we grew up in—the circles that we were mixed in—drugs were just a part of our lives. They were as normal for us on a Saturday night as a film and a takeaway were for others. I didn’t indulge too much during those days, but I did still like a joint, and I that will never change.
Maca went to the bar and got us both a drink, then went over to the balcony so he could look down at the dance floor below.
“You need to chill the fuck out, mate.” I told him as he scanned the crowd for my sister.
“Fucker.” Was the reply I got. I followed his gaze and watched as my sister turned and gave it to some bloke that was trying to grind up against her. He held his hands up, as if surrendering, when George pointed her finger at him. He turned his charms on a girl in a silver dress whose face I couldn’t see and I laughed along with Jimmie and George as the girl turned around and grabbed the bloke by the throat before calling over one of the bouncers. I still couldn’t see the girls face, but she had a nice arse. Jimmie held her hands up in an ‘I give in’ gesture, and the three of them carry on dancing.
“See, they can look after themselves. They’re grown women, not thirteen-year-old girls anymore.” Len said from where he was standing on the other side of Maca.
“They’ll come up here when it gets too much down there. They just wanna have a dance. Come the fuck over here and stop torturing yourself.” He told him.
We move back over and stand at the end of the bar, where we’re promptly surrounded by a group of women who my dad would describe as being dressed like ‘Drury Lane Whores.’
They knew exactly who me and Maca were and can’t keep their hands off us.
That type of behaviour from women had always puzzled me. Some, not many, but some would argue that Bailey and Len were better looking than us, but despite the pair of them standing right next to us, it was me and Maca they wouldn’t leave alone. Why was that? Was it the money? The Fame? It was beyond me that people could be that shallow.
“So, I’ve heard you two like to share. How about the four of us get out of here and go have some fun?” One of the women suggested as she tried to unbutton Maca’s shirt. I looked across at him and rolled my eyes.Like we’ve never heard that chat up line before.They were seriously letting the side down for you, ladies—sluttyandunoriginal.
“How about you get your fucking hands off me, right now.” Maca told her.
Before she could move or any of us could say anymore, George appeared, grabbed the woman’s hand and bent it at the wrist, so far back, I thought it was actually gonna snap.
“Get your fuckin’ hands off him,” she said through gritted teeth.
I gave a little grin as I caught Maca smiling at George, a look of complete adoration in his eyes.
