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I had bitten off almost all of my nails at this point from the sheer anxiety of it.
"How did they end up on top of the—"
"I don't know," Anthony said for the hundredth time.
"Why would they even—"
"I don't know."
"How could they—"
"Lyd, take a deep breath, you're going to be fine."
"They're going to see my tattoo in there and know I'm a part of their gang."
"Speaking of," Anthony fished something out of his pocket, "apply this every two hours."
He threw a tube of cream to me, and I caught it.
"Thank you."
He bought this after this morning, did this mean he still cared?
Damon smirked at me through the rearview mirror, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
We arrived at the police station and before going in I looked at both Damon and Anthony.
"You don't know anything, you don't say anything. Do you understand?"
Both boys nodded, sharing a worried glance.
"They ask you how you like the weather, you ask for a lawyer."
"Did that tattoo give you the brain of a hardened criminal?
"No, that's genetics."
We walked into the building and I walked up to the reception.
"I'm here to bail out my brothers."
"Lydia Tonelli?" The officer's eyes widened a little.
"Yes."
"Follow me."
I glanced back at Damon and Anthony, that's not usually how these things went. But the three of us followed the officer to what I could only assume was the holding cells. I had never been near this place before.
Felix was sitting on a chair, sunglasses on, feet kicked up, while the other five boys were sprawled out on the floor.
As soon as our footsteps sounded in the room Marcus shot up off the floor, eyes bloodshot.
He looked at Damon first and a drunken grin plastered on his face.
"Hey, it's Dick mouth!"
"Damon!" I hissed.
"Dingleberry is here?"
"Who?"
"Lydia's ex-boyfriend."
"Oh my god," I groaned.
"Good to see you again, Dorkmon."
"Likewise."
"How's it going man, sorry we roughed you up in high school, you know how it is."
"I get it."
"I hear your doing really well now—"
"That's enough!" They couldn't be seriously having this conversation now.
"Lydia?" Joey shot up and clung to the metal bars.
"Don't Lydia me! What the hell happened?"
"Relax, Sorellina," Melvin didn't get up, just squinted, keeping his eyes shut against the noise, or the light, or both.
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Life of a Little Sister 3- Available on Amazon Kindle Unlimited!
General Fiction22 year old Lydia is living on her own in New York. She lives with her two roommates, works almost every night as a server, and is enjoying her life estranged from her 6 protective brothers. She meets a stranger from her past and can't stop thinking...
