Then there was Dave, who had a collection of pornography so big he could have opened his own store. And he called phone sex lines, like, a lot. Neither of these were bad things, as such. Except, phone bills over five hundred dollars month after month were a bit much. Not to mention, he wanted to have sex, like, twelve times a day, walked around naked at all times and tried to get me to go to swingers parties (um, no again).
Then there was Noah who took my Auntie Ella’s jewelry and pawned it. This, I didn’t find out until he also took my ATM card, found out my PIN number and cleaned out my checking and savings accounts before he disappeared. Luckily, I had the inheritance money my Aunt Ella gave me in a different account. She gave me her jewelry and a shitload of money, but only gave Marilyn and Sofia a token, which pissed them off big time but they’d always been mean to her and I hadn’t, so fuck them.
See? All men were scum.
I wasn’t a bitter, twisted spinster. I’d put myself out there and I had reasons to think that, what with my choices, Sissy’s choices and my sisters’ choices, not to mention my fucking Dad, who’d left and never came back, that all men were scum.
*
After Noah took off, Dom started to flirt with me right in front of Sissy. I couldn’t believe it and did my absolute best not to rip his face off with my fingernails. However, there were a lot of times I wanted to rip Dom’s face off with my fingernails, not just when he was flirting with me but when he’d ask Sissy if she really should be eating that second slice of pizza, giving her a shitty look when he didn’t quite like the outfit she put on causing her to go and change it, getting pissy when he was served leftovers and the like.
Sissy ignored the flirting. So did I, passing it off as a joke.
Dom took this as a challenge. Dom was the kind of guy girls responded to mainly because he was really handsome which sucked, I figured he could use a scar or two, put there by my fingernails of course.
When I didn’t respond, he flirted more, started touching and, just two weeks ago he backed me into the corner of their kitchen and kissed me, open-mouthed.
I bit his tongue.
“What the fuck!” he hissed, hand swiping at his mouth and glaring at me.
He was hot – all macho, Italian bad boy, dark, wavy hair, dark eyes, slim hips, broad shoulders.
When we’d first seen him, Sissy and I had both fallen in lust. Sissy had been over the moon when he asked her out. Sissy had never been heavy, she had blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair and was pretty, petite and dainty, like a gown up, human-sized fairy, without the pointy ears.
“Get away from me,” I snapped at Dom.
His face changed from angry, to calculating. “You want it, Ava, you know you do. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
Like I said, he was hot, so he probably wasn’t wrong. But he was also my best friend’s husband.
“Get over yourself,” I told him.
“I’d rather get on top of you.”
I wanted to laugh in his face. That was a really bad line. Dom, I knew, because I’d seen it, could do a lot better.
Instead, I said, “Fuck off, Dom. Sissy’s in the other room!”
“I get what I want,” he said and something about the way he said it kind of freaked me out. He said it like he meant it and he was looking at me in a way that made my scalp tingle and not in a good way. I didn’t know what he did for a living but I didn’t think it was good and Sissy never talked about it which was concerning, Sissy and I talked about everything. He struck me as a bad guy, not only because he was a cheat and a jerk but also for other reasons.
“Dom, fuck… off,” I snapped, but he kissed me again, arms going around me, tongue sliding in my mouth. I struggled, pushed and Dom pinned me against the wall, his hand going up my shirt.
Then we both heard a noise, Dom let me go and stepped back and we saw Sissy standing in the door.
“Sis, girl…” Dom said, his voice conciliatory and I wanted to kick him. I mean, what did he expect to happen?
I didn’t kick him though mainly because I was horrified and scared through to my fucking soul that I might have just lost my best friend.
But Sissy looked at me and said, “Ava, would you help me pack?”
Then she walked out of the room.
Halle-fucking-lujah.
I shoved Dom’s shoulder as I walked by him and glared but he just repeated, staring at me with an intensity that I did… not… like, “Ava, I get what I want.”
I rolled my eyes, left the room, helped Sissy pack and she moved in with me for a few days. She cried a lot and I listened a lot and I quietly seethed a lot more. Then she went to her Mom’s place in Wyoming. But not until after we’d hatched our plan.
Sissy was going to move away and I was going to get the goods on Dom so Sissy could divorce him and take him to the cleaners.
That was the plan.
I wasn’t sure how to get the goods on Dom, that was where tough guy, mercenary, bounty hunter, private eye Luke Stark was supposed to come into the scenario.
*
Sissy knew Luke, had met him several times and had stood beside me at my bedroom window checking him out on numerous occasions while he lifted weights in his Dad’s garage.
She also knew how I felt about him (read: big, huge, twenty-one-year old crush).