9. It was fun until...
- Justin's POV -
I drove her home, but all I could think about the whole way was just fucking her. I can't believe she wouldn't let me fuck her. Damn those good girls are getting to my head.
"Here we are" she said.
I didn't say anything. I leaned for a kiss, but it turned into a makeout session. I kissed her neck as she moaned. Fuck. Sex in a car sounds awesome right now. I bite my lip as she gets out of the car. Damn her ass if perfect.
"See you later" she said.
"Of course" I said as I roared the motor and left. I drove all the way home and realized I didn't like being away from her.
I opened the door to the house to see a guy standing there. He was tall and (not to be racist) but he had dark colored skin. Tattoos up and down his arms. He had others with him.
"There he is" he said.
"What do want?" I said with a straight face.
"Well little buddy -" he said as I interrupted.
"Don't fucking call me that." I told them. "I know who you fuckers are"
"Oh really?" he said surprised.
"Yeah, you guys killed my father" I said pulling out a cigarette.
"Yes, that's true, but do you know why?" he said with a smile
"Fuck you" I said.
Before they could say anything I started to throw punches. I hit the tall man in the face before the other two guys pulled me off of him.
"Listen buddy" he said touching his face (where I hit him) "That's the same shit that got your father in trouble"
I didn't take my eyes off of him and his men didn't take their hands off of me. They left after they told me I had 10 days to come up with the money my father lost or else. $10,000.
"Fuck" I whispered.