“Yes.” I looked back at her and stared at her slightly trembling lips. They looked so pink and luscious, and I could almost feel them on mine; soft, moist, and sweet. I wanted to pull her towards me and hold her tight. I wanted to kiss her again. Shit, I wanted to take her in the backseat of the car. All I would have to do is throw the baby seat out.
“Well, I guess that’s it, then.” She opened the door. “It was nice to meet you.”
“I wish I could say the same.” I turned away from her harshly. Let her hate me. I needed her to hate me. I couldn’t afford for the lines to be blurred. I was already feeling shitty, and I just needed to get away from her.
“I stole the cop car because I wanted to meet you,” she whispered before she slammed the door.
“Wait, what?” I sat there in shock. “What the f**k is she talking about?” I cursed at myself as I opened the car door and jumped out. “What do you mean?” I called after her as I hurried to keep up with her. She was walking fast and I ran to stop her.
“Wait.” I grabbed her arm and stopped her. “What do you mean you stole a cop car to meet me?”
She turned around slowly and my heart froze as I saw the tears streaming down her face. She looked up at me, and her cheeks were blotchy. I pulled her towards me subconsciously and held her in my arms. She rested her head on my shoulder and I stroked her hair and buried my face in her black locks. I felt her body pressed mine, and I ignored the stirrings of lust that grew in me.
“Why do you hate me?” She looked up at me with wide eyes, her irises cloudy and unsure. “I don’t get why you’re trying to hurt me.”
“I don’t even know you, Maddie. We just met. I’m not trying to hurt you.”
“You’re not a cruel guy.” She shook her head. “You changed after we had sex.” She sighed. “I guess it’s my fault.”
“I didn’t change because we had sex.” I shook my head and rubbed her lower back, pulling her closer to me. “We’re two people who shouldn’t have …”
“Shhh.” Her eyebrows crept together. “I don’t want to hear anything about being from opposite sides of the track or whatever. We’re both adults here. Yeah, I know you’re a criminal, a petty criminal. But I also know you’re a smart guy. I know what you do to help others.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I looked away from her. How did she know so much about me? I thought I had hidden my tracks a lot more carefully.
“It doesn’t really matter now.” She pulled away from me. “You’re just a guy, and I’m just a girl. I know you like to go to the pier to steal cars at night. And you know that I like to watch romance movies.”
“I see.” I frowned. If the fact that I liked to steal cop cars at the pier was well known, then I had to choose another spot.
“I wanted to see what it felt like to be a car thief.” She shook her head and frowned. “I wanted to be in your head.”
“Why?” I looked at her in confusion.
“I don’t know. I didn’t think it through properly. I figured maybe you would wonder who the new thief in your territory was, and maybe you’d come find me.”
“Now who’s watching too many movies?” I laughed and ran my hands through my hair. “I can’t say I really understand, but I guess I get it.”
“I just wanted to …” She shook her head. “Oh, what does it matter? I’m too tired to explain.”
“I want to know.”
“Are you going to take me out tomorrow night on a date?”
“No.”
“Are you planning on ever seeing me again?”
I looked at her and at that moment, I wished that I could give her a different answer. “No. No, I’m not,” I replied honestly, I didn’t tell her that I wished that the circumstances were different. It didn’t matter what I wished; they weren’t now and would never be.
“So it doesn’t matter then. I was just a stupid rich girl.” She let out a quick self-deprecating laugh.
“You’re not stupid.” I shook my head, wishing I knew what I could say to make her feel better. My intent had been to hurt her, but now, seeing her crushed and disappointed face, it didn’t feel as good as I had always hoped it would.
“Whatever. It was nice finally meeting you, Logan Martelli.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and pulled away from me. She walked slowly up to her house and I stood there in impenetrable silence as I watched her walking away from me. I saw her at the front door and then walked back to the car. I sat in the driver’s seat and stared at the house, unseeing. I didn’t even have to have my eyes open to picture every detail of that house and lawn. I’d been here so many times, sitting in a car, staring and listening to stories. I’d hated this street and this house for more than half my life. I’d hated the family that lived in that house for as long as I could remember. Even though I’d seen the mayor and his wife before, I’d never seen Maddie. We didn’t even know she was called Maddie; we knew her as Maddison. I had hated Maddison Wright and her family with every bone in my body, and now I sat in my car with a ball of confused emotions. Because I didn’t hate Maddie, not even a little bit. I didn’t hate Maddie at all. But there was nothing I could do to ever let Maddie know that.
***
As I walked through the front door, it felt like I had been away for years, even though it had only been a few hours. I surveyed the mess in the house, and laughed to myself at the sight. I could only imagine the shock on Maddie’s face if I had brought her here.
“Logan, what did you get?” My dad’s gruff voice called out to me, and I saw him sitting on the large, scruffy brown leather couch, with a beer in his hand.
“Toyota.”
“Highlander?”
“Corolla.”
“Good for resale.” He nodded and took a swig of beer. “We got worried. Why were you gone so long?”
“There was some drama on the pier, I had to wait it out.”
“No one saw you, though?” He looked up through small eyes. “I don’t need the police coming to harass me tonight.”
“No one saw.”
“Good.” He frowned as he drank the last of his beer and threw the can into the corner. “Go and get me another beer from the fridge.”
“Okay.” I walked to the kitchen quietly, not bothering to ask if he was sure he wanted another. I no longer cared how drunk and obnoxious he got; he wasn’t ever going to change.
“Hey.” I nodded at Vincent who was sitting at the table with a stack of books in front of him. “Wassup.”
“Trying to figure out these equations.” He sighed and slammed the book shut and jumped up. “Where have you been?”
“At the pier. It took longer than I thought it would.” I opened the fridge and grabbed a Bud Light. “Want one?” I lifted the can up to Vincent.
“Nah.” He stared at me. “You should have told me, I would have come.”
“I work best alone.” I shrugged.
“You need a lookout, you know that.” He sighed.
“You got an exam tomorrow.” I walked to the kitchen. “You need to focus.”
“It doesn’t matter, I’ll fail anyway.”
“Hold on.” I put my hand up, walked to the living room, threw the beer to my dad, who was staring at The Simpsons on TV and mumbling, and then I walked back to the kitchen. I looked around and resisted the urge to start shouting about the mess. The sink was full of dirty dishes, and there was food all over the counters and on the floor. “Where’s Jared?”
“Dunno.” Vincent sat back down and opened his book. I sat down at the table with him and studied his serious face. I wanted to tell him about my night. Not about the thrill of stealing the car; he knew what that was like already. I wanted to tell him about Maddie, and how she had lit my heart on fire, and how we had made sweet, hard, passionate love in the grass, and how I had thought I was going to explode from the sensations. I wanted to tell him how sweet the sound of Maddie screaming out my name had been. But I kept my mouth shut.
“You okay, Logan?” Vincent looked at me in concern, his blue eyes worried. He ran a hand through his spiky black hair and he leaned towards me. “Did something happen tonight?”
“No. Nothing happened.” I faked a smile and hit him in the arm. “You don’t know who I am? I’m Logan Martelli, the cops can’t keep up with me.”
“Ha, ha, I almost forgot you’re Logan Martelli.” He smiled and me and then sighed.
“What’s wrong, Vincent?”
“I just don’t think I can do this.” He nodded at the books on the table. “I’m too stupid to understand this crap.”
“You’re not too stupid for anything.” I gave him a stern look. “Let’s have a look.” I opened his book and saw the page on quadratic equations. “I can help you with this, I was pretty good in math.”
“You were good in everything.” He laughed and sat back. “Genius of the family.”
“Well, you’re the college boy, so I expect you’re just as much of a genius as me.”
“I don’t know if I’d say I’m a college boy. More like a hopeful community college man.”
“Community college is still college, you’ll still get a degree. And then you can go on to a four-year university.”
“I don’t know about all that.”
“You’ll do fine. Now go take a five-minute break, let me look over the problems, and I’ll help you, okay?”
“Okay, thanks, Logan.” He jumped up. “You’re the best.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes and watched as he ran up the stairs. I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes for a second. I was worried that Vincent was going to drop out of community college and that everything would be for nothing. At twenty-two, Vincent was one of the oldest freshmen students at River Valley Community College, but I was so proud of him. Even though I had been pushing him for a long time to get a college education, he had ignored me. It was only when he got busted for smoking pot on the beach with some of his friends that he decided to enroll. Thanks to the judge, it was community college or jail. I hadn’t told anyone, but I was glad Vincent had been caught that night. I didn’t want a life of crime for him and Jared. I wanted them to go to school and get out of River Valley. They didn’t need this life.
“Okay, back. You ready to teach me, Einstein?” Vincent ran back into the kitchen. “And I think Jared’s back. I just heard a car door slam and then a car backing out.”
“He got a ride?” I looked towards the front door, slightly annoyed.
“I guess.” Vincent nodded and bit his lip.
“With Joey?”
“Dunno.”
“Okay.” I knew there was no point badgering Vincent about Jared. If there was one thing that was true about the Martelli brothers, it was that we weren’t snitches.
“What’s up, bitches?” Jared sauntered into the house and threw his fingers up in the air. I could tell that he was drunk right away, and I was pissed.
“Where have you been, Jared?”
“Out.” He walked into the kitchen with bloodshot eyes.
“With Joey?”
“Yeah, and?” He glared at me, his green eyes daring me to say something. I stared into the eyes that were an exact replica of mine, and I counted to ten.
“I told you I don’t want you hanging out with Joey.”
“You what?” Jared laughed. “I’m twenty-one, bitch, and you’re not my mom or dad.”
“You know he’s bad news.”
“We’re all bad news, that’s the beauty in it.” Jared stumbled to the fridge. “Any food?”
“He’s real bad news, Jared.” I walked over to him. “We don’t get involved in that stuff.”
“I know, I know.” He sighed and turned around to me. “There’s nothing to eat.”
“What do you want?” I looked around the kitchen and realized that there was no space to make anything, even if I’d wanted to. “Let’s just order a pizza.”
“You sure?” Jared’s eyes lit up and I pulled him towards me. He was my little brother but he was still taller than me, with his six feet and four inches. I patted him on the back and let him go.
“Yeah, go and call them.”
“You the best, bro.”
“Oh, I’m your bro now and not a bitch?”
“You’re still a bitch.” He laughed. “What up, Vincent?”
“Just trying to get ready for this exam tomorrow.”
“Tell Logan to go and take it for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows and we all laughed as we sat down at the table. I looked at my brothers and felt at ease; these were the guys I would give my life for. Even though I was only three years older than Vincent and four years older than Jared, I felt a huge responsibility for them. In fact, I often treated them like they were my sons. Ever since our mom died twelve years ago, we had been essentially alone. Dad had only been good for a few things: teaching us how to steal, how to drink, and how to not give a f**k about anyone else.
“Shh, Jared, Vincent can do this. And so can you.” I looked at him pointedly, and he gave me such a glazed look, that I knew he wasn’t going to remember this conversation in the morning.