Street Love (An Interracial Love Story)

Chapter 26

Tony's POV

When Evie leaves, I lose it.

I couldn't even say anything to make her stay. And the worst part of it all is that she was right. About everything.

I storm into my room and throw all my papers to the ground.

I loved her.

Next go my bed sheets.

She was perfect.

My closet is next and I'm about to throw hangers across my room when I see a box in the back of my closet.

Is that—

I open the box to see a few bottles of what looks like a mix of whiskey and vodka. Slowly, I slump to the floor and slide the closet doors shut so it’s just me and the bottles.

One. Two.

Three bottles. Two vodka and one whiskey. I want it all.

I open the whiskey bottle and take a long sip.

Just the way I remember it.

I keep sipping and when it’s halfway gone, I down the rest.

I already feel 10 times better.

I messed up. I know I did. But I never meant for Evie to find out about Pandilla. She’s been mad at me before, for drinking and whatnot. But this time it’s different. She spoke to me with so much hatred and—

It’s too much to think about so I just open another bottle and keep drinking.

The whiskey got me buzzed but the vodka is what I want.

I take a few sips and it feels good. I throw my head back and it rests against the wall.

Maybe I should get out of Pandilla.

The second bottle is done and I'm drunk.

Yeah. I think I will get out of Pandilla. I'll have to get jumped and since I've only been in for a few months, the beating will probably suck.

But I love Evette. I really do. And I want her to love me as much as I love her.

So that means I'm getting out.

I look at my phone and it's 1am. Even though I'm drunk, I manage to send a quick message to Smiley.

Personal things came up. It takes me forever to type 'cause my eyes won't focus. I need to get out of Pandilla.

Smiley's text comes a minute later.

Clubhouse. Now.

Damn. I put the third bottle down and slide up the wall. When I get to my feet, I sway back and forth before grabbing on to the wall. Maybe I should have waited til tomorrow.

Whatever. I throw a clean tshirt on then make my way out if my house.

When I enter La Cantina, Smiley is sitting in the back with a few of his thugs.

"Good. You're here. Now what do you mean 'you need to get out'?"

"I don't want this anymore. That's it." I'm struggling to keep it together and hope that Smiley can't tell how wasted I am.

Smiley smirks and starts walking towards me. "You know we're in a war now esé? And you want out? Maybe you should be more careful with what you ask for. I would hate to see that pretty girl of yours get hurt.