“Yeah. I’ll wait until I’m out on bail or ROR, and tell him face to face.”
“I’m not a magician, Christos. You may be stuck in there until trial, depending on the evidence, and your record.”
“No way. It’s total bullshit.”
“You’re a cocky bitch, aren’t you? Shit, maybe I’ll tell the judge myself to leave you in, knock some sense in that thick head of yours,” Russell said pointedly. His voice softened. “You sure you don’t want me to call Spiridon?”
“No, thanks. He’ll sleep better tonight not knowing. If I’m not out in the morning, you can call him then.”
“Want me to call your father?”
I felt a sharp stab in my gut when Russell mentioned my dad. “He doesn’t need to know. He’s got enough problems of his own.”
“Fine. You need me there tonight?”
“No. I can handle it.”
“Remember, Christos. Don’t say a word. Not to the detectives, not to the inmates. Nobody. You hear me?”
“Got it.”
“I’ll call the court house first thing tomorrow and find out when I need to roll on down and pull your ass out the pokey. For the time being, keep your butt tight, and don’t be nobody’s bitch,” he chuckled.
I knew he wasn’t worried about me. Not my immediate safety, anyway. Maybe about my misguided youth and not-so-bright future.
“And no fighting.” His words went from warmth to clipped business instantly. “I don’t need you stacking more charges on top of the ones you already got. Are we clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right. I’ll see you tomorrow. And don’t say shit about shit to anybody.”
“Got it,” I nodded to the empty air. I placed the receiver softly in the cradle of the phone.
I smiled sarcastically at the detectives and held my wrists out to them, ready to be cuffed. “Shall we?”
“Book him,” Hewitt snarled, and stormed out of the room.
In all the times in the past I’d sat in a room just like this one (shit, I was pretty sure I’d been in
This time it was different.
This time I had something I was going to miss way more than I wanted to admit to myself or anyone else.
This time I had that kooky angel Samantha Smith wondering where I was and whether or not I was okay.
Guilt slammed me in the face. I was a total douche for getting myself into this mess. I sighed heavily.
Was I ever going to fucking change?
Not if I was locked up.
Fuck me.
Chapter 2
SAMANTHA
PRESENT DAY
Someone knocked on the front door of my apartment.
“It must be them,” I said to Christos, and walked out of the bathroom to go answer. I checked the peephole and opened the door with a smile on my face. Christos stood right behind me.
“Hey, guys!” Romeo said cheerfully, standing on the balcony walkway outside. He wore a new steampunk coat I hadn’t seen before. Made from tailored black wool, the coat had intricate black-thread embroidery and twin rows of vertical black buttons running down the front and back. As usual, his monocle dangled from one of the coat’s buttons. Buckled black boots covered his feet. “Don’t I look festive?” he jested while holding his monocle up to one eye.
“Romeo!” I said, holding out my arms.
Romeo wrapped me up in a huge hug. “So good to see you, Sam!”
“What up, man,” Christos smiled.
Romeo released me and his eyes roamed all over Christos. “Wow, Sam, I forgot how hot your boyfriend is! Can I lick him from head to toe?”
“No!” I laughed.
“How about just a nipple?”
“No, Romeo!” I insisted.
Christos chuckled, indulging in Romeo’s bad behavior.
Someone had to put a stop to it. “Down, Romeo!” I ordered jokingly.
“Easy girl,” Romeo faux-frowned. “I was just window shopping,”
“Seriously, dude, I’m flattered,” Christos beamed, totally at ease with Romeo’s fawning, “but I play for the opposing team.”
“Oh! Can I be your water boy?” Romeo pleaded. “Hand you clean towels in the locker room? Bend over and pick up the soap in the shower when you drop it? I’ll do whatever you want, Christos. Have your way with me!” He stepped past me, dropped to his knees beside Christos, and wrapped his arms around Christos’ legs. Romeo began bawling insincerely, “Please, Sam! Just one sip from his chalice! I want to taste his sweet nectar!” he whined.
“No, Romeo!” I giggled. He was so ridiculous, and I loved him for it.
“Sorry, man,” Christos laughed. “I’m sworn to Samantha.”
Romeo sneered and rolled his eyes. He stood up and smoothed out his black embroidered steampunk jacket. “You’re such a wuss for the puss, Christos,” he said dismissively.
“That I am,” Christos chuckled.
“Well, we should go,” Romeo said, finally over it, “before Kamiko withers away in my car.”
“I’m still not dressed!” I blurted. “I can’t go out on New Year’s in a t-shirt and jeans!”
Romeo frowned. “Have you even picked out an outfit?”
“No,” I said guiltily.
Romeo rolled his eyes.. “In that case, I better get Kamiko or she might die of starvation while you do.” He winked at Christos.
I stamped my foot and groused, “It doesn’t take me that long to pick an outfit!”
Christos and Romeo exchanged a doubtful look.
“You guys suck!” I stormed into my bedroom while Christos and Romeo broke into laughter.
SAMANTHA
Fortunately, I’d finished my hair before Christos had come over earlier. While Christos, Romeo, and Kamiko chatted in my living room, I threw on some eyeliner and lip gloss, and set about picking out an outfit.
My mind drifted as I rifled through my closet.
I still hadn’t told my parents about wanting to change my major to Art. I’d wanted to avoid starting World War Smith at my parents’ house over Winter Break, so I hadn’t brought it up. I’d have to tell them sooner or later. But tonight was New Year’s Eve, and I planned on celebrating it with the man I loved. Christos had been amazingly supportive since we’d met. Going forward, I hoped that I could give back to him the devotion he’d shown me.
I finally decided on skinny pants and matching heels, a print shirt, and the new, super-cute pleather coat I’d snagged off of ebay for twenty bucks. I grabbed my favorite clutch purse and came out of my bedroom. “Ta- da!”
