THE ROAD IS LONG
Well, here is the next chapter in which Donni is seriously confusing. Up and down like a yoyo that girl. I'm not really over keen on this chapter actually but I thought I'd put it up coz it took me all day in work to write it. Do you like or hate? Ideas are greatly welcomed! Okey-kokey, Happy Reading! Gem xxx Chapter 27: Pet Names and Plans of Attack. Donni was frozen to the spot, unable to move entirely for several minutes after Letty had left wrapped, quite literally, around her baby cousin. She stared after them at the door, hoping beyond all futile hope that Letty had not spoken those last words to her out of smug knowledge. Perhaps, Donni thought with a severely misplaced optimism, Letty had simply been being Letty, the teasing, feisty young woman who threw out more sexual innuendos than most men did. However, the sparkle that had ignited Letty's eyes had not gone unnoticed by Donni and she knew that, with a distinct sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, her first instinct had been right. Dead, band on the head. Letty knew. "Fuck!" she groaned out loud, leaning forwards and curling her body over so that she could fold her arms across the bar and rest her suddenly heavy head upon them. She just hoped, prayed, that Letty could keep her mouth shut. All she needed was both Tino and Dom to find out and Vince would no doubt be in for a double tanning. Why the hell she was concerned about what her brother and younger cousin thought about her fraternization with Vince was beyond her entirely. Really, she was an adult. 27 years old. Definitely more than capable of making her own decisions about her own life…and yet, the concern was there, stronger than ever, pooling icily in her belly making it feel as though a squadron of Spitfires were shooting around in circles, never mind butterflies! "Fuck!" Donni growled into her arms again, louder and more forcefully. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, scrubbing her forehead into her arms a little harder until her nose brushed the warm, pungent wood of the bar top. "Thought you'd never ask me, Sugar." Vince's teasing voice called from the doorway, his smirk clearly audible in his deep, growling tone. Donni remained, face pressed down, hunched over the bar for long seconds before she mumbled something in reply. "What was that, Petal? You gotta speak up." Vince queried, stepping away from where he stood, propping up the doorframe much as Donni had earlier that night whilst bantering with Dom. He sidled up next to her, resting his weight onto one elbow and glancing down at her still covered face. Donni rolled her head to one side, fixing him with a one amber-eyed glare, nostrils flaring in slight annoyance. "I said, stop staring at my ass!" she responded with a shrewd, un-amused look, causing Vince to wince and rub the back of his head. "Don't even deny it, Bucko." Finally, Vince swallowed his embarrassment at having been caught and shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I can't help it if you got the damn thing stuck out in the air. Ain't that hard to miss, it's such a-" Donni straightened with a jolt, scowling and jabbing a finger mercilessly into Vince's chest. "You finish that sentence and I swear to God, Vincent, I'll kick you so hard that your balls will end up in your throat!" she snarled and Vince swallowed, raising his hands in the gesture for surrender. "I was gonna say, it's such a fine ass!" he gabbled and Donni narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Yeah, I'm sure you were…" she allowed finally. "What!" Vince demanded nervously and Donni shook her head with a grin. "I'm just fuckin' with you, Vince." she chuckled, turning to begin the task of cleaning down the grubby bar that was sticky with dried beer. "I know that, Precious." he replied with his own devilish smirk, tossing her a suggestive wink and Donni rolled her eyes in exasperation. "I said fuckin' with you, not fuckin' you!" she illuminated drawing a barking laugh from the Coyote's lips. "And I'm never likely to anytime in the foreseeable future if you keep this up." That stopped Vince short, his wild laughter dying mid-hoot in his throat as he studied her with wary blue eyes. "Come on, Sugar, don't pretend you don't wanna piece of my ass. Thought we'd established that before?" he purred, slipping his heavily tattooed and scarred arms around her waist, drawing her back flush against his chest. "And don't you go telling no lies, Pickle, 'coz I know just 'coz we ain't gotten down to it yet, it's not through lack of trying. We just not got no place in that house of yours. Not without giving everyone else a bit of a show, anyway." Donni stilled in Vince's embrace, stiffening slightly. "You're mighty presumptuous tonight, Mr. Keller." she sniped. "What makes you think that at any point over the last few weeks that I have ever wanted to sleep with you?" there was an incredulous twinge to her voice that Vince didn't like. What was meant to be a bit of fun for them both was rapidly going downhill and he didn't think he could stand it if he and Donni started hating each other because of a stupid comment. His pride, however, was still bristling at her sudden change of heart and eventually that side of him won over the more cautious side. "Erm, the rips in my favourite shirt?" Vince retorted with a snort, taking a step back from her and disentangling his arms from about her waist. "Com eon, don't say you don't want to, you do. I see it in your eyes. It's just we keep getting interrupted." he placed a large hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him. "You're blowin' hot and cold, Donni-girl, and I don't want for you to wake up one morning and regret the night before. It's gotta be what both of us want, remember? And I'm getting confused with all these conflicting signals." Donni's frown deepened and she made to turn away from him only to be stopped by his hand on her arm. "Just drop it, Vince." she spat. "Perhaps we should call it a day before anyone gets hurt and we end up hating each other's guts." Vince cocked an eyebrow at the slight, Italian woman who had, moments before, been flirting with him ruthlessly in the bar kitchen. "Alright, tell me what's happened." he sighed. "Someone's said something, haven't they? Was it Leon? I'll fucking slaughter him if he's said something! What was it? What did he say? Was it something about what I was like back in L.A? Did he tell you someth-" "Jesus, Vince, calm down!" Donni cried as his grip on her upper arms became tighter with each word and his face redder, from lack of oxygen and anger, by the second. "Take a breath, Tesoro, before your head pops like a balloon!" Vince seemed to snap out of his rant and shook his head as if to clear it. He relinquished his desperate hold on her and scrubbed at his forehead, tiredly. "Just tell me what it is, Chica. I'm getting tired of this game." Donni sighed, sounding as exhausted as Vince looked, pulling herself to sit atop the bar much as Letty had earlier. Letty. It was all her damn fault for being too damn perceptive! "Letty knows." she said with a second similarly as weary sigh. "And if she tells Dom, Dom will tell my brother and you are gonna get another hiding. He'll make both our lives hell, Vince, until he warms up to the idea. I wanted to break it to him slowly. Not by Letty shouting her fat mouth off!" it was Donni's turn for her mouth to run away with her and she took a deep breath when she had finished, replenishing her air intake. Vince heaved a sigh of relief and smiled, moving towards the bar and wrapping his arms securely about Donni's waist again. "You had me shitting ma pants then, Girl. Don't do shit like that to me!" he grinned and despite herself, Donni return that grin, linking her arms loosely about his neck and her legs about his waist, crossing her legs at the ankles behind him to keep them in place. "I dunno what you're so happy for, Bucko. We're about to be ratted out and you're gonna get the overprotective brother bullshit from Tino and Dom." she snorted, spurring her heels into his backside wickedly. Vince shrugged. "I'd take any beating they got to offer me for you, Pickle." he beamed goofily but Donni looked un-amused at both his blasé manner and his continuing pet-names. "Besides, I'll talk to Lett and get her to keep it on the down low. She owes me one for Lending her and Dom my car last Wednesday." "And if she's already told Dom?" Donni shot back like lightening. "What then, Genio?" Vince's wide smile spread again and he brushed tousled hair back from Donni's irate face, smoothing his work callused hand through her long, ebony tresses and down her back. "Then we ask Letty to get him distracted until you break the news to Tino…gently. You know that she's always looking for an excuse to get my boy into that bed." Donni raised her eyebrows in accordance. "Oh, you're telling me! Thank God that it's usually when Frankie's at school. Someone oughta tell them to tone it down. Neither one's going anywhere fast." "Hey, you try telling an angry, horny Letty to keep it strictly PG-13. Just doesn't work." Vince responded with a nasal snort and Donni laughed, combing her fingers through his unruly, lengthening, mousy-brown hair. She liked his hair longer, even though she'd only seen photo's on Jesse's laptop of how he had looked back in L.A with his hair clipped closer to his head. "So," Vince spoke after a long, though not uncomfortable pause. He bent his knees slightly so that he could dip his head and look up and catch Donni's bright amber gaze that had fallen away from him. "We're good now, yeah, Pick-" "I swear to God, Vince, if you call me 'Pickle' one more friggin' time, I'll-" Donni growled. "I know, I know! Balls in throat. Got it…Muffin." Donni retaliated with a strangled cry of frustration and defeat, raising her hands from his shoulders to the ceiling in desperation. "Why me?" she cried to some higher power. "Why pet names like 'Pickle' and 'Muffin'?" "Why not?" Vince shot back, defiantly. "My cousin had a cat called Pickle and a dog called Muffin." Donni rolled her eyes. "You're using the name of your cousin's pets for terms of endearment?" she asked incredulously and Vince replied with a sheepish shrug. "Wonderful! Next thing I know, you'll be calling me Watermelon after your cousin's budgerigar!" Vince scoffed at that, jabbing a finger into her side playfully and making her squirm. "Don't be stupid." he snorted. "My cousin's budgie was called Kitten." Donni stared at him in disbelief, unsure if he was pulling her leg but his face remained deadly serious. "Kitten?" she asked and he nodded earnestly. "For a bird?" again Vince nodded. "Riiiiiight…" she said slowly, her eyebrows drawn together hardly disguising the fact that she currently thought that he was insane. Finally she shrugged. "To each their own, I guess. I'm liking Kitten better than Pickle." "Kitten it is then." -00000- Reviews pleasy-weasy! You know I love them and need them to get better.
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