Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 129881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“Touch my shit and you die.”
“You know what? That’s the last time I share my homemade taquitos with you, Jake.”
“You didn’t even give me any!”
“No, but I thought about it!”
“Would all of you dumbasses shut the fuck up.”
I glare at Jason when he looks back at me from the passenger seat.
He’s a laborer just like the rest of us, so fuck him if he thinks he can talk down to me like he’s my superior.
“Rude, much?” Hector asks.
“For real.” Miguel fist bumps him in front of my chest.
“I said, shut the fuck up,” Jason spits. “And you’ll sit back there until I tell you otherwise, Tully,” he adds with a sneer. “That’s where you belong. With the other rejects.”
Oh, so he wants to get his ass beat. Cool. Got it.
I smile at the douchebag. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“I’m sorry, but how am I a reject?” Miguel asks.
Hector sits forward a little. “Yeah. Care to explain yourself?”
Jason passes his scowl between them. “Just look at the two of you. Jesus Christ.”
“What about them,” I grunt, and I fucking dare him to elaborate.
“Do we need to play the quiet game?” Reed asks, steering the truck onto the gravel road that leads to the shop.
I watch him side-eye Jason.
I’m pretty sure my boss, and CJ’s brother-in-law, hates this motherfucker almost as much as I do.
In fact, I don’t think anyone would miss Jason if he were to say, I don’t know, get buried under a block of concrete in some freak work accident?
Fingers crossed.
“You know,” Jason continues, a little cockiness in his voice now as he resumes looking ahead. “I get the whole equal opportunity thing, but disgraces to our country? That’s low. This is America, Reed. Anyone who gets kicked out of the military should get kicked out of the US. Not patted on the back while they’re handed a fucking job.”
And I’ll be the one driving the cement truck.
“You want to say that again to my face, bitch?” I ask, sitting forward.
“Yeah, Tully. I think I do.”
Before this blonde little dickweed can turn around and get his ass clocked, Reed slams on the brakes, pitching all of us forward.
Miguel and Hector both smack against the seats and grumble in Spanish.
“If I hear you say anything like that again, you’re fired,” Reed growls at Jason. “Got it?”
Jason turns away from him, facing the window. “Sure.”
“Sure,” Miguel mocks, snickering along with Hector until Reed peers back at them. “Oh. Sorry, boss.”
“Yeah, boss. Sorry,” Hector says. “I’ll give you some of my taquitos tomorrow, okay?”
“You say that every week, Hector, and you have yet to share your taquitos with me.”
“I get so hungry, I forget.”
Reed, Miguel, and I all laugh at Hector as the truck shifts forward again.
Yeah. They’re not so bad.
Jason, on the other hand, continues to pout. Like a bitch.
I shake my head, bringing the phone up as close to my face as I can get it without going cross-eyed.
“What are you saying back?” Miguel whispers.
I ignore him and finally send Felix my response.
you can drive
It was the please he sent. It did me in.
<3
Hector gasps in my ear. “Heart emoji. Oh snap.”
I slowly turn my head, and he’s so close to me, we nearly bump noses. “Hector.”
He grins, goatee twitching. “Yes, Jake?”
“Get the fuck away from me.”
“Can’t. We’re stuffed in here like sardines.”
“Yeah, I know. But you can mind your own fucking business and back up a little.”
“Yes. I can do that.”
“Great.”
“But I don’t want to.”
“Me either,” Miguel says, and I swear to God, he’s just as close to me now as Hector.
And even though I don’t want to almost touch his face with my face, I can’t hesitate any longer when he starts breathing against the back of my neck.
Fucking gross.
I look over at Miguel and he smiles. His thick, black eyebrows twitching.
“It’s just been a long time, Jake,” he says, panting. Sick. “I need pussy so bad. I haven’t had a taste in months.”
“And? What the fuck does that have to do with me?”
“I’m living vicariously through you! I thought that was obvious.”
“Same here,” Hector says.
“You’re both idiots.” I arch my hips away from the seat and stuff the phone back into my front pocket.
They really are. Neither one of them paid attention to Felix’s name at the top of the screen?
I don’t know any women named Felix.
Once we’re parked at the shop, we pile out of the truck and grab our lunch pails out of the back.
I’m halfway to my car when a sharp whistle halts my steps and turns my head.
Hector and Miguel are both waving me back over.
“What!” I holler.
“It’s Friday, Jakey!” Miguel shouts. “You know what I’m going to ask!”
I do.
This is my fifth Friday working for Tennyson Construction, and the fifth Friday in a row I’m about to get asked to hang out after work.