Mack, lawyer by day, badass, single, biker mom by night. Since she put herself through law school after her deadbeat boyfriend left her when she got pregnant its always been her and the twins, Cortez and Seraphina, her son and daughter. Cristiano he...
My desires in a relationship have changed over time. I no longer want someone who always promises to love me and never leave me; I need someone who understands that life happens and sometimes things don't work out. I don't want someone who sugar coats things and never gets angry with me; I need someone to tell me how it is and puts me in my place. I need to be able to go five hours without talking to you and not feel lost or incomplete. I am complete without you. But with you, I want to be so much better. I want to be stronger with you. I want us to grow together and help each other grow individually. I don't need you, but I fucking want you. And this may not work out, but the fact that you understand all of this and this is how our relationship works makes me think we've got a pretty good shot.
"So I never asked Joe or Mark what ethnicity you all are. I can tell it's not just black," Will asked as our cab pulled up to the shop where my truck was, "I hope that didn't come off as a dickish thing to say."
"My mom is Colombian and Irish, and my dad is Ethiopian and Rwandan" I smiled with a little laugh because he was right, "They are first-generation Americans. And honestly, no, it doesn't bother me because I am proud of where my family came from."
"Wow, those are some serious cultures," Will smiled back, "What else are the twins? Cris is a Latino."
"They are also Puerto Rican and Cuban" I smiled thinking about my beautiful babies, and even though he was horrible man Cris was half the reason that her kids looked as fair as they did. She knew that it would make them feel isolated at times, but she would do everything in her power to make sure they had a better world than she did to grow up in.
"Wow, they have a very diverse culture to dive into, don't they?" he asked with a warm smile down at me.
"Yeah, we try to teach them as much as possible about all of their heritage and the traditions that go along with them" I replied, "I never want them to feel like the part of them that comes from Cris is something to hate just because he isn't a good man."
"That's cool, to be honest," he smiled as we walked into the shop. His comment made me smile because I had a family question why raised my kids the way I do.
"Tony! You better have my Rover done!" I called walking into my best friend's shop with Will behind me.
"It is, I swear! Don't hurt me, Sorella!" he called from the back of the shop.
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I chuckled at his response and walked through the shop to where I knew he would be. This shop, which used to be his dad's was like another home to me when I was a young girl, so I knew my way through the shop like the back of my hand. I found his legs sticking out from underneath a black Ferrari. I crouched down in my heels and pulled his leg, causing him to roll out. Which I knew would piss him off.
"Who the fuck do you think you are--- oh, hi, Mack" Tony started to curse and then greeted once he saw that it was me making me laugh at his response.
