The Don's Wife

40.3 | Jackson : Jealousy

As we walked to the meeting point, Rosie animatedly told me all about her great heroic venture. About the random boy that was bullied, and the two roaches that dared try to lay their hands on her. On one side it unsettles me knowing that trouble always seems to find her whenever she's absent from my sight, but on the other, seeing that she derived some sort of enjoyment from the experience, I guess you could say that I was.. glad for her? And also, well, proud. Just maybe under my watch next time.

Though she should've carved out the kid's eye regardless. A pity, really.

As for her missing phone, I deactivated it through mine. Instead of wasting time and effort in tracking it, I'll just buy her a new one later.

"Who are the Millers? If I may ask."
Said Rosie as we're now on the road to meet them.

"Joel Miller and his son, Jackson Miller. Joel used to be our chemistry teacher back in our high school days. He's alright. A bit awkward, but alright." Lorenzo answered.

"So you're both from this city then?"
Rosie asked the twins.

"Nope. We just moved around a lot back then."
Lorenzo shrugged.

"Ah.. Mr. Miller. All those countless of detentions and F's.. Good times. Ain't that right, Enzo?" He nudged his twin in the arm.

"You mean your detentions and F's." Lorenzo rebuked, looking annoyed. "Excuse you, but I'm a straight A student. Don't lump me in with the likes of you."

"Likes of me? The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't have the time nor the crayons to explain it to you."

"Whoa, whoa, hold the fuck up Einstein. Before I shove a fist up your stuck-up old face, aren't brothers supposed to like, have each other's back?"

"Yes, have each other's back. Not dragging one down with them. But obviously, you wouldn't know the difference."

And that was the final straw for Andrea.

"You son of a bitch!"
He lunged at Lorenzo, grabbing him by the collar.

"Your insult goes both ways, you dumbass!" Lorenzo thrust his hand on Andrea's face, pushing him away.

"For fuck's sake children, behave!" Micah tried to break up the fight only to involuntarily get caught up in it.

"They're my new cocaine manufacturers." Ignoring their childish quarrel, I further explained to Rosie.

"What about Luis?"

"He's no longer my supplier."

She fell silent for a brief second before continuing her questioning. "Why is that? Did something happen between the two of you?"

"We had a disagreement." As I told her, I saw her hands clutched her skirt.

Did she know?

"Rumor has it that you've caused quite the commotion. That you nearly disabled the man for trying to talk to me. Which is quite absurd, I know..Right?" Rosie laughed it off until she realized that I didn't deny it.

"Talk? Was that what it was? Talk?"
I scoffed at the comical choice of word.

"So it's true then.. I'm sorry, but I hardly remember the second half of the party. Did I perhaps do something that might have led to the conflict?" She started fiddling with her fingers, one of her habits that I've come to learn when she's nervous.

I took her hand in mine to ease her. "No. You were out like a light when it happened." Recalling her cute drunk face drew out a low chuckle out of me.

Through the gentle strokes of my thumb, she gradually loosened up.