“I’ll give you that one shot, kid, but try another and it’s game on,” Axel warned.
A fist blindsided me from my right, and I smashed back against the dryer. Straightening my back, I rubbed at my jaw and turned to see Gio being held back by Axel.
“You just signed your own death warrant, homie,” Gio spat, blood from his teeth spattering on the floor.
Lifting my hand, I flicked my four fingers under my chin and hissed, “Vaffanculo,” in a biting monotone voice. Gio’s eyes bulged at being told to f**k off in Italian, and he practically wrestled Axel back to get to me.
“Shit! Gio. Calm the f**k down!” Axel shouted as he pushed Gio out of the door. I began pacing like a damn bull taunted with a red flag. I wanted that motherfucker dead. I was pumped—pissed at Axel, pissed at Levi, pissed at Gio; hell, pissed at God!
The door slammed back open and Axel came storming through. Just as I was about to fly at him once more, Levi ran in behind Axel, pure fear on his teenage face. I had no sympathy for the little shit right now.
“Aust—” He went to speak, but I punched my hand out, pointed a finger, and ordered, “Home. NOW!”
Levi looked to Axel as if waiting for his permission. That just served to piss me off more, and I marched across the room until I towered over him. His eyes went huge and he fell back against the door in fear.
“Don’t you look at him and ignore me! You and me have shit to discuss, but right now, if you don’t get on home to look out for Mamma, I’m gonna knock you the f**k out and drag you there!”
Levi sprinted out the door, and I watched him go until I saw he was clear inside the trailer. Casting a glance around the park, there was no sign of Gio, so I slammed the Laundromat door and turned to face Axel.
“First, I defended you to Coach, only to find out he was right. You are dealing at my school. The dean is all over my ass over the snow being on campus! Then I find out you drafted Levi into the Heighters, pulling him into hell with you. But worst of all, you leave Mamma laying in her own piss and shit, the trailer like a f**kin’ bomb site, all so you can be Gio’s little bitch!”
Axel seemed to shake with rage and, reaching over to grab a plastic chair, proceeded to launch it against the wall until it smashed into several pieces.
He pointed in my direction. “You talk all mighty ’bout all this, kid, but where the f**k are you? Living the good life at some rich-ass college, eighty thousand folks on a weekly basis acting like you’re some damn messiah and in tight with cunts like Rome f**kin’ Prince—pussies with more money than God!” He walked to stand before me. “Where are you, kid? You here every day looking after Mamma, cleaning up vomit, or are you sitting in your cushy frat room, drinking beers and f**kin’ a line of Tide groupie sluts?” He prodded his finger into my chest and hissed, “I’m keeping this famiglia going, not you, superstar. You just remember that when you’re stomping through here on Heighter turf, letting your mouth fly.”
His words might as well’ve been a f**kin’ dagger. I stumbled backward until I hit the washer and ran my hands down my face.
He was right. I wasn’t doing shit to help out.
A hand suddenly wrapped around my neck, and I found myself crushed into Axel’s wide chest. He was hugging me…
Fuck.
Slumping forward, I let my head fall on his shoulder, and I just stood there, breathing, calming the f**k down. I may be taller and bigger now, but he was still my big bro. Still the only one able to shoot me down.
“Look, kid. You need to be at that school whether I like it or not. You’re our ticket out of here, outta this f**kin’ trailer park we call paradise. You’re our chance at a better life.”
I began shaking my head. “Fuck, man, y’all are right. I’m not doing shit for Mamma. I’m not contributing. It’s all on you and Levi, and it’s f**kin’ tearing me apart.”
Axel stepped back and, placing his hands on my cheeks, forced me to look at him. “Kid, you’re the one thing Mamma talks about. You, superstar, the football, the Tide. Her f**kin’ face lights up every Saturday when she watches you on the screen. She talks about how you’re gonna be some big success, how she can’t believe you’re her son, how talented you are. Says you remind her of her when she was young.” Axel shook his head. “Nah, kid. You’re staying at that damn fancy-ass school if I have to throw you back there myself, and you’re gonna get drafted to the NFL.”
Reaching up, I removed Axel’s hands from my face and took a step back. “You can’t deal on campus, Axe,” I said tightly. “It has to stop.”