"You're hilarious."
A sobering reality hit me as I realized she had no idea of the person she was with. I'd never cared before. They were just women to be used for a need, and then I moved on. I didn't care about them, and they didn't care about me. We were two bodies enjoying the pleasure we could create.
Spitfire was different. She wasn't from our world and didn't know the inherent risks. Setting her on her feet by the car, I realized we hadn't grabbed our coats on the way out.
"I'll be right back."
Almost dreamily, she looked up and nodded, a beautiful smile on her face. Returning to the house, I walked in, hoping to bypass any of the hosts and just grab our jackets and, most importantly, the keys to the car. Shouting came from the room we'd just left. Slowing, I dropped back to listen, some habits I was unable to break.
"You told me she knew he was going to be here!" a masculine voice I assumed to be her father yelled.
"You're overreacting, Kenneth. Loren's a spoiled bitch. You let her get away with everything and now look at her. With some lumberjack maniac in a suit! She purposefully did that to upset me and ruin my party. Don't you see? She's out to get me and ruin my life!"
Her mother started to cry, and it took all I had in me not to go in there and laugh in her face. Her manipulation was blatant, but it worked as I heard her father start to soothe his wife.
"I don't like the way he was holding her. You need to do something about this before she ruins her reputation and her value. If she's fucked him, the deal is off. I don't want sloppy seconds."
Rolling my eyes, I'd heard enough and turned to grab our coats. The other two guests, who I assumed must be a couple and acquaintances of her parents, had remained quiet throughout most of the ordeal, making me forget about them. So when the blonde spoke up, her disinterested counterpart remaining silent, I stood for a moment longer to hear what she had to add to the party.
"She's a slut! How is she with that man and my ex? Who was she with the other day?" her nasally voice asked.
"Brittni. I already told you it was Monroe, and your sister did the same. You'll get your custody. I just need to find out what my ex-wife is up to. Jacqueline, you said she was still a depressive waste, barely leaving her house. If that was the case, why did she look like that? Hmm? And why was she with that type of man? You've been lying, Jackie!"
"How dare you! I'm not the one who is lying here. It's obvious Loren has been lying to us all and sleeping her way through the city."
Disgusted by what I heard and tired of their bickering and putting Loren down, I gathered up our coats and stormed out, making sure to slam the door behind me. I hoped to send some fear into the cold hearts of those left in the house.
People believed the mafia was evil, vile, and corrupt. I'd say the upper echelon was where true evil resided. The hate and betrayal in that room from people who were supposed to be her family repulsed me.
The mafia might kill. The mafia might steal. But the mafia was a family you could count on.
Blood in, blood out. Mafia was family for life.