Chapter 2 Indy
I was sick of it. Sick of Aster making herself sick to fit an ideal that only her fiancé saw. I glanced over at Zinny. She had the same look of frustration on her face that I felt in my heart.
These two women were my family. We'd been together longer than we'd done anything else in life.
The hot piece of suit that I had vented to was trailing behind us. Zinny pointed at the car/taxi signs, and we walked as quickly as we could. Aster was stumbling, and I slowed a bit. We needed an antihistamine quickly. Exercise would only exacerbate the poison that Aster had willingly taken.
I looked at Aster again. Her lips looked painful. The men walking past us were taking more notice the bigger her erogenous zones got.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and whirled around. The hot piece of suit held out an EpiPen.
“You needed this? For that… situation?” He gestured to Aster's ginormous tits and ass.
I gripped the pen and pulled the blue safety off with my teeth. I bent Aster over and embedded the pen into her thigh for a count of three.
When I pulled out the pen, I twirled it and handed it back to the hot suit guy. “Can you find a place to put this sharp? And thanks. You saved her life.”
I threaded my fingers in Aster's hair and pulled her up to standing. I forced her to look at me. “You good?” Her color was a little better already. God bless EpiPens.
“You know, if you scramble the letters, EpiPens would be penis pe,” Aster offered.
“I'm going to get us on the next flight home. Enough of this bachelorette party. You suck.” We'd have to get to a ticket counter.
Zinny was already flashing the Dansett Air app at me, clearly thinking the same thing. “The flights are full. And she should rest.”
I still had a zoomy buzz from the drinks on the plane, so I nodded.
“Guys, please. This is my last night to party. I'm locking it down. We have so many plans. The casino. The Flirty Jones concert. We have that grand suite. Please? The last hurrah! The three Bust-keteers take one last ride.” Her eyes filled up. She really wanted this. “You, me, and Zinny forever.”
I shook my head. “This is against my better judgment.”
We were causing a scene. Well, Aster always did when she was puffed up like a sex doll. But even above and beyond that, we had to move. We were blocking the flow of people.
Aster put her hands together as if she were praying. “Please. So, so please. You're the prettiest and the smartest and I love you.”
I rolled my eyes but nodded. She squealed and jumped up and down. Everything she had jiggled. The surrounding men looked hypnotized. “Let's go get an Uber.”
Zinny looped her arm through Aster's elbow and helped me steer her to the cars and bus exit. We were doing this thing. Aster had, unfortunately, tons of experience with the shrimp. Her fiancé insisted on it, claiming he couldn't get it up if she wasn't the overblown version of herself.
Zinny and I were not fans at all, but Aster insisted he was worth it. That going through this was worth it.
Hot Suit was still a few steps behind us. “Hey, just want to make sure you ladies get in your car okay. There are a lot of guys kind of following.”
He wasn't wrong.
“Nice to run into a gentleman.”
I could swear his right eye twitched. His hickory eyes had a deeper brown ring closer to his pupils. He was really, really good-looking, but those eyes seemed like I was looking into a painting of the galaxy. Mesmerizing.
We made it to the Uber, bags stuffed in the trunk before I found out that hot piece of suit with the nice eyes was anything but a gentleman.
Lady Mafia is a standalone 65k Action/Mafia with a heap of humor.
Release in #kindleunlimited on March 26th
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