Page 109 of Heartless Heathens

“Really?” Sonny said flatly like he was more annoyed than anything.

“What? Is she not?” I asked knowing damn well that she wasn’t anymore.

“Has she been fucked by a cock? No.” Sonny walked towards me with a ‘matter-of-fact’ way about him as he continued, “Is her hymen intact?” His smile spread from ear to ear reminiscent of a Cheshire Cat. “Also no.”

“But the reality is that the question itself is repulsive and abhorrent. I refuse to entertain it, let alone glorify it by pretending like the construct of virginity isn’t a thing fabricated by the very same puritan men we despise and hope to bring down some day. The fact you spent a minute of your life wondering about how virginal the girl whose life Frollo robbed might be—is weak as fuck on your part.”

“Jesus dude.” My brother huffed from his seat on the island.

“I’m just saying, if a lesbian never had the misfortune of fucking a dude. Would she die a virgin in your eyes?” he asked both of us and I shrugged.

“Okay, okay, point made. I’m an ignorant ass.” I crossed my arms and he turned on his heels to walk away. “Doesn’t matter either way, cuz I fucked her last night.”

I don’t know if it was my words that pissed him off or the smile that was glued to my face, but either way I could have basked in the moment longer if he had let me. But his fist met with my nose, and I groaned out painfully, clutching it from the impact.

“You did what?” Felix asked, a deep V formed in between his eyebrows, and he hopped off the barstool.

“Not to say she was practically begging me, but she was practically begging me. You fuckers were doing a number on her.” I shrugged and Sonny bawled his fist into my shirt, twisting it and bringing me closer to him.

“Did it not occur to you that you could have seriously hurt her?” His other fist was balled to his side like he was still trying to decide whether or not he was going to let it fly into my face again.

“You mean, the way you hurt her every night?” I asked, not hiding my annoyed tone of disbelief.

“I don’t do anything she doesn’t want or can’t handle.”

“Did you not think that maybe there was a reason neither of us had done it yet?” Felix pinched the space above his nose like he was too frustrated to think straight.

“I didn’t realize what I did with my body was now a group decision.” Her voice carried into the room before she appeared.

“I didn’t realize that both of you were children who needed to be watched every second of the day. Do you know how hard it’s going to be to get Plan B on this short notice?” Sonny gritted out through his teeth.

Fuck.

“Plan B?” she asked, looking at Felix and taking her chance with the kinder of the two angry men who stood in front of her.

“Yeah, to make sure you don’t get pregnant. Because knowing my brother he hasn’t used his dick in so long he probably didn’t even think about wrapping it up.” Felix’s nostrils flared and I narrowed my eyes at him for the unnecessary dumping of my personal life.

He was fucking right though and now we were putting ourselves at risk for breaking the law. Arlan wasn’t going to take pity on us over an abortion.

“Were you really stupid enough to take this kind of chance?” He pulled at the front of my shirt, bunching it up in his hand to pull me closer to him.

“Fuck. I get it. I’ll make some calls,” I said, pulling out my phone and thumbing through to find Dera’s number.

“Talk to me,” she chirped on the other end of the line.

“I need a favor,” I told her, pulling the phone in closer and walking away from the judgmental eyes of my brother and my best friend.

“What kind of favor?” She popped some bubblegum loudly.

“The Plan B kind.”

“Well, well, well. Was it that pretty little thing you brought around here?” She got way too comfortable too quickly, every damn time.

“Dera.” I warned.

“It’ll take me a couple days, but I can get it.” She smacked her gum loudly between her words.

“No, I need it today. This morning, preferably.” I looked over my shoulder to see every eye in the room still following me.