Being a Gallgher isn't easy, especially not for Ian's twin Alyssa Gallagher who lives on the southside with her many sibling and alcoholic father who drops in and out whenever he pleases.
Then there's the emotionless asshole who Alyssa just can't s...
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I'd just lit my cigarette when the door to the bathroom swung open, startling me, "Hey, what the-?" I began before seeing it was Mandy, "Can I take a shit in private, please?"
I groaned while shuffling on the toilet seat while Mandy scoffed, "Douchebag, go find your girlfriend!" She ordered, dressed in her work uniform, a toy squirrel glued to the cap she had on.
"Get the fuck out!" I gawked at her, "Close the door!" Mandy shook her head, the squirrel bouncing, "I looked for her all day yesterday and she's not answering my texts!"
"What the fuck you talking about?" I demanded, glaring up at her. Mandy glared straight back, "Don't play dumb with me. Alyssa!" she spat.
"You know, you're the reason that she left," Mandy told me, "So go find her, I got to go to work."
"Not my fucking problem," I sighed. "You know what?" Mandy snatched the cigarette out of my fingers, "Nothing's ever your problem," she said while stomping out of the bathroom, "For once, make something your problem!"
I huffed, "The fuck does a squirrel have to do with waffles anyway?" I heard a door slam and I shook my head as I leant forward trying to reach the bathroom door to close it.
When I couldn't reach, I yelled, "Fuck, Mandy!"
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"You own a bar on the Southside," I started while picking up a handgun for Kevin who'd showed up at my house, "How the fuck do you not own a gun?" I wondered.
"Not everyone's a thug," He replied while I handed him the gun. "What you need it for anyway?" I gave him the bullets before reaching in the drawer for a cop badge I'd stolen a while ago.
"Alibi got robbed, they stole the keg I keep the money in," Kevin explained while sticking everything in his pockets.
I froze, "Wait, the rub and tug money?" I questioned. Kevin looked down at me, "Considering it's the only money I'm pulling in, yeah."
I balled my fist, "You keep that in a fucking keg?" I checked. Kevin looked down, "I don't trust the banks," he told me. I scoffed loudly, "Kev, that's my money."
"No, it's my money with 30 percent going to you," Kevin corrected causing a frown to form on my face. "30 per-" I shook my head, "Who came up with that? We're fifty-fifty," I reminded him.
"Bullshit, fifty-fifty," Kev furrowed his eyebrows, "It's my bar."
"My whores," I stated, pointing over to my bed where Svetlana was sleeping under the sheets.
"Yeah," Kevin let out a short laugh, "Well, get your ass down there and protect your whores, you're supposed to be providing security."
