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they were dilated. The thought crossed my mind that he had to get all of his dates stoned before they would go out with him. I turned to his date and noticed she was looking behind me.
    "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," I addressed Kevin's date. She didn't answer me; she just kept looking behind me. "Listen, I just wanted to give you a piece of free advice, run as quickly as you can from this low-life right here. You see, Kevin will promise you the world, but the second he gets what he wants, he's out the fucking door. And whatever you do, don't have a baby with him, he doesn't take care of the one he has."
    The girl still had not made eye contact with me; whatever was over my left shoulder had her complete attention. "Is that the truth, Douce?"
    I turned in the direction of the voice. Standing there in all of his glory and his ever present entourage, was Patrick Malloy. His grey shirt had the top two buttons undone and his blazer matched his pants. His hair was styled perfectly, not a hair out of place. His eyes, however, were black and his face was absent of any emotion. The room seemed to grow very quiet as he waited for Kevin to answer his question. When he got no response, he then turned his attention to me.
    "Legs, care to elaborate?"
    I didn't know if it was the alcohol or because I was already pissed that Kevin was still sharing my oxygen, but the fact that he couldn't say my name really pissed me the fuck off.
    "Okay, first of all, my name is not Legs, it's Christi. That shit just pisses me off. I have a fucking name, Patrick , and I'd appreciate it if you'd fucking use it when you address me."
    The look on his face changed as I proceeded to stick my finger in his face, well more like his chest as he was considerable taller than myself. I watched as a tiny smirk began to form at the corner of his mouth.
    I didn't let him speak as I continued my word vomit.
    "This waste of fucking skin here is the father of my beautiful niece, Abigail, and the fucker knows it, too. He hasn't seen her in years and he refuses to pay one goddamn dime of court-ordered child support. So yes, Mr. Malloy, you have a low-life motherfucking dead-beat father working for you."
    His expression changed from the cocky smirk to one of anger. I should have been afraid of this quick change, but in reality, I was getting turned on.
    "Smiles' baby?" He questioned Kevin, his tone even, yet suspicious.
    Again with the code names, this was too much. Can ’ t the man call people by their given name s?
    "Who the fuck is Smiles? I'm talking about my sister, Shannon." I shouted, exasperated. Ignoring me, he voiced his next question directly at Kevin. "Giggles is your daughter, Douce?"
    Kevin didn't answer, and frankly I was confused and getting even more pissed off. I then turned to Charlotte, who was watching this entire scene play out like a tennis match.
    "Who the hell is Giggles?" I asked her, since no one else would answer me. She looked at me wide eyed and started to answer me when Patrick questioned Kevin.
    "Does Books know, Douce?"
    Kevin lowered his head, finding his shoes very interesting all of the sudden. I looked around and noticed nearly everyone in the bar was watching us.
    "No, Boss, he doesn't know, and yes, Giggles is mine. Smiles and I had a thing a long time ago."
    I felt as if I had been transported to another country and they were all speaking in a language I didn't understand.
    "How far is he in arrears, Ms. O ’ Rour ke?” Patrick ’ s voice and facial expression changed back to his prior cockiness.
    "He owes roughly ten thousand dollars in unpaid support."
    One of the men in his entourage leaned into his ear. Patrick's face never changed as he listened to what he was being told. I looked at Kevin and noticed that his entire face was now white as a ghost. His date had completely disappeared. Two men suddenly appeared and grasped Kevin on each side.
    Patrick was now looking at Kevin, whose face had gone completely ashen. No words