Lucy exhaled and patted Monster’s arm. “Thanks,” she said and quickly walked off to a slender sports motorcycle.
Loki opened his mouth, but something about Monster’s flat expression made him stay quiet. They looked at one another for a long moment, but it was Loki who lost the contest and turned around, dragging his ass back toward the lounge in the main courtyard. He stopped halfway there and looked at the bright windows above. There was a couple fucking in one of them, and he couldn’t help but think about Jack ramming his cock into that girl. She was probably sucking him off by now, and Loki didn’t want to see any of it.
He didn’t know how long he stood in place before he slowly returned to the parking lot. Neither Monster nor Lucy were there as he slid into his car and left.
His chest felt empty, even as he cried some more on the way back to Jack’s home. What did he ever do to deserve such a footnote to his life? Ditched for some slut Jack probably didn’t even know, told off like an idiot. He had no one in the world to turn to but Jack. What was he to do?
Chapter 7
Red Jack’s head was ready to burst every time someone mentioned Loki. They all thought they were so damn funny and original in their jokes. Red Jack wanted to just grab the nearest cupcake and ram it down their throats, stuffing their faces for good. At least Sam could be counted on and didn’t poke Red Jack in the mental nuts anymore.
What was Loki’s deal anyway? Who in their right mind would tease a predator in its own cave? Clearly, the guy was fucked in the head. If he ever showed his crisscrossed face again, he’d get what’s coming.
“Hey...”
Red Jack sniggered, biting the rim of the plastic cup as he sipped his beer. He sure hoped he wouldn’t find the little mongrel at his doorstep, begging for more cum. Red Jack had already sexed a hot chick tonight, and she wouldn’t be the last one. It was his birthday, of course he’d get laid as much as he wanted. All Loki would get was a kick in his gay ass and piss in his hair.
“Hey, Jack...”
He blinked, yanked out of his thoughts by a slim hand trailing over his stomach. There were large silver rings on it, complementing the red nail polish. Red Jack looked up and smiled at the young hangaround with very heavy makeup, who had complimented his chopper earlier. He remembered thinking that she was a bit too childish, but now the long blond hair and short leather dress screamed fuckable. What was her name again?
“Hey, babe.” He smiled and leaned forward. Best not try to use a name anyway.
Her eyes twinkled as she brushed her shoulder against him with a toothy grin. “What are you thinking about?”
Red Jack opened his lips to say something along the lines of ‘my cum on your titties’, but even after the five beers he’d had, the girl was unmistakably young, and not the barely legal kind, more like your kid sister pretending to be a grownup.
“This cousin bullshit. Can’t believe anyone believed him,” Red Jack said in the end.
The girl shrugged and leaned against him. Her hair tickled his bare arm as she zeroed in on his face. “No one did. They’re just messing with you.”
“You got any family?” Red Jack wasn’t all that interested but hoped that having her talk about her mommy and daddy would make her perfume smell less arousing.
“Yeah, I live with my aunt and uncle. They’re the coolest. Gave me much more freedom than any of my friends’ parents,” she said with enthusiasm. Wow, now she sounded as if she were fifteen tops.
“They know you’re here?” Red Jack lit himself a cigarette. He needed to go find himself another pussy to chat up, but he could as well grace this girl with his presence for slightly longer.
“Yeah, they trust me,” she said, reaching out toward his packet. “Uncle Mark had bowel cancer a few years ago, and so I had to take care of myself when they were both trying to help him get better.”
Red Jack smirked but passed her a cigarette and lit it for her. After all, it wasn’t as if he were making a line of coke for her. “And he got out of it? Good for him.”
She nodded vigorously and took a drag of the smoke. “Yeah. Nothing was working, and then they found this amazing doctor. His name is Arvelo, and he tours the world helping people with his own methods. My uncle is now super healthy.”
Red Jack nodded, trying not to let his gaze slide into her cleavage, but with their height difference, it was impossible.
“And I used to have those horrible headaches, and he helped me with them, too. They’re just gone, and all he did was hold his hands on me for a few minutes. He’s fucking amazing,” she said, waving her hand with the cigarette. “And he’s coming back to LA next month. I’m visiting him again.”