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stupid. Marco thought Hector was using too much oil in the fryer and that started a war of words. I couldn’t catch my breath and before I knew it, it was almost seven. The restaurant was in full swing, I managed to get Marco to go down the basement to his office, and I told myself to take a break.
    I ended up outside and stood there, sipping soda. Two waitresses finished up their cigarettes and headed back inside.
    I hadn’t heard from my father in a few days which usually meant he was working on something big. Or maybe he was finally pulling away for good. He knew how I felt about him and what he did to me growing up. Yeah, it was nice to have a parent that cared but there was a line. He always crossed that line. Yet he would arrest people for crossing the lines he set. It was so hypocritical.
    The door swung open behind me and out walked Hector.
    “Hey, girl,” he said.
    “Hey.”
    He put his foot up and reached for a cigarette. He lit it up and sighed. “Want one?”
    “No thanks.”
    “You should.”
    “They’re bad for your health.”
    “Everything is bad for your health. What are you worried about? We’re all going to die.”
    “How sweet.”
    “Can I ask you something?”
    “Of course, Hector.”
    “How’s that cherry of yours?” he asked. “Still going… or did you…”
    Hector was like the gross cousin who had no barriers. He somehow survived, had nothing to show for himself, and he was perfectly fine with it.
    I swallowed hard. “This again?”
    “Hey, girl, I’m just worried about you. I care about you. Not like that, but you know, you gotta get it, girl.”
    “First off, my cherry was popped a long time ago,” I said.
    Hector raised an eyebrow.
    Again, virgin didn’t mean nothing was ever done to me . Then again, someone once told me that most young ladies were probably more prone to popping their cherry when they used a tampon versus anything else.
    “You ain’t been fucked though,” he said so boldly.
    “You offering?” I asked.
    Hector grinned. He had a couple gold teeth near the back of his mouth that flickered in the light above the back of the restaurant. “Aw, girl, I’d love to. I’d tear you right up and hold you tight while you figured out what just happened.” He then took a big drag on his cigarette and tossed it. “But before that, I have to go cook some fucking food because Marco threatens to chop my head off again.”
    I laughed as Hector went back inside.
    He was a good guy. I’d known him since I started working there. More than once he came to my defense, knocking people around if they looked at me the wrong way. We were way too close for anything to happen. He always asked me when I was going to get laid and I always told him when he did.
    I finished my break and went back into the restaurant.
    I walked through the kitchen, making sure everything was running smoothly.
    Out in the dining room, things were ticking along just the way they were supposed to be. I was actually having a great night with tips so far and it seemed to only be getting better.
    Forcing a smile to my face I went to the next table, two guys that had just been sat down. One look at them and I knew I was in for trouble. They were far too clean cut and already half drunk. One of them went right to my chest before meeting my eyes.
    That’s the way to a woman’s heart…
    Inside, I sighed.
    Outside, I asked them what I could get them to drink.
    Little did I know before the end of my shift, my entire life was going to change.
     

seven
     
    (slam)
     
    *NOW*
     
    “Okay,” Uncle Jakey said. He hit the gavel. “We have our vote then. We have a twenty on Tommy and we will act as needed. The key is to find out if he’s working for someone else. Make sure nobody is trying to fuck us from behind.”
    “Nothing worse than getting fucked from behind,” Elijah said with a grin.
    “You’d know,” I said.
    “Fuck you, Slam.”
    “No thanks, brother. I prefer a nice, warm slit, not an