Even after my release, Doll’s face is still circling my mind. Damn, I can’t shake her. Fuck me. I throw an extra hundred on the bar for Tessie, like I do every week. She’s a devoted mom and dealing with my boy’s when we’re here ain’t easy. Nodding to Rex and raising my hand up, all the boys start making their way outside. We climb on our bikes and head home to rest for the upcoming job.

5

One Opportunity

Today is a slow day at the office. Sass is serious about letting go of this lifestyle. She loves her dad and the family we have, but she really wants more. Full of mixed emotions, I begin to question what I want in the future. When my mom was alive, I didn’t spend as much time at the clubhouse or around the guys. After she died, my dad took me everywhere with him, so this is all I know.

Settling down with a man sounds appealing, but playing domestic goddess does not. Kids are cute, but I don’t know about being tied down. I like the freedom to go off whenever I want, wherever I want, nothing holding me back. At twenty-five, I feel like I’m settling into myself. I don’t need the baggage of a serious commitment. I do need to get laid though. Damn, it’s been awhile and BOB is nice, but battery operated toys aren’t the same as a man’s warm breath on your neck as he’s thrusting in and out of you.

The chiming bell on the front door shakes me back to reality. Looking up, I see a tall Latino man and a seemingly scared small woman.

“Hi, welcome to Landing’s Storage. I’m Delilah. How can I help you?” I reach to shake his hand.

“Lookin’ for Roundman.” He says, shaking my hand quickly while subtly squeezing the back of his companion’s neck.

“Just a moment, may I tell him your name,” feeling apprehensive at his presence.

“Delatorre.”

Turning to my desk, I dial my dad over in the cave. “Hey Daddy. A Mr. Delatorre is here to see you.” I say into the phone. Dad makes a growl, which is his way of saying he will be right over.

Smiling at my guests, I ask, “He’s on his way. May I get you some water, Mr. Delatorre and … I’m sorry, what was your name?”

“Amy, my name is Amy Mitchell.” She stammers. Delatorre’s grip must have gotten tighter around her neck at her response, because she hunches her shoulders in a defensive manner. He’s obviously in control of her and this situation. It’s making me uncomfortable, but I’m here alone at the moment.

“Some water would be fine, Doll.” Delatorre responds.

Getting the water, the hair on the back of my neck stands up. How does he know to call me Doll? I told him my name is Delilah. Instincts are screaming at me that this is not a nice guy. Trouble is brewing and his name is in the thick of it.