Making the Break (Beating the Biker 2)
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Gloria ignored her. She stood on her tiptoes and stared past Marcus’ arm to the roses in the bathtub. “What happened to those flowers?”
“Marcus drowned them.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s a fucking idiot.”
“Chrissy,” said Marcus in a warning voice. “Getting upset isn’t going to change anything.”
“You think so? Watch.” She pushed at Marcus to move him out the way, but the big man wouldn’t budge.
“No, Chrissy, you stay here.”
“Why? Who’s gonna stop me?”
“What’s going on?” asked Gloria.
“This goombah won’t get out of my way.” She pushed more frantically at Marcus, who stood as still as a wall.
“Marcus?” asked Gloria.
“She needs to stay out of the way,” said Marcus.
“Of what? Why?” asked Gloria.
“So they can beat the shit out of Saks!” Chrissy yelled. She beat her fists on Marcus’ chest, trying to get him to move.
“Why? What for?”
“To teach the Roccos a lesson, that’s why,” said Chrissy. Frantic, she pushed even harder at Marcus.
“Marcus,” said Gloria in a warning voice. “Let her go.”
“But your grandfather—”
“Is googootz!” snapped Gloria. “Get away from her or I’ll twist your balls around your neck.” Gloria looked at Marcus so fiercely he stepped away, and Chrissy edged past him and her sister. She grabbed her purse and fled out the door.
“Chrissy,” called Gloria, chasing after her. But Chrissy didn’t stop. She flung open the door of her Cadillac. Gloria ripped the passenger side door open and jumped in.
“What’re you doing?”
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t imagine it would go this far.”
“Not your fault. But I have to go.”
“I’m going with you.”
“Gloria,” protested Chrissy.
“No. You’re my sister and I have your back. I’m going.”
“I’m going, t
oo,” said Marcus, opening the back door.
“Great, I have the whole goombah parade.”
“Drive,” said Gloria. “And when I see Grandpa I’m going to give him a piece of my mind. He starts this shit just so he can beat down some Roccos. What a stunad!”