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lady told us that they
matched or some such shit.
    Dad got new equipment for his home-clinic as we
liked to call it. It was his own personal lab, which he'd set up for us to do
research. Mom said we could do it as long as we didn't burn her house down.
    I got a new Land Rover to go with my Ducati and
Aston, sweet.
    After things quieted down and
my new offspring had tired herself out we headed back
upstairs.
    "Here Roman, these are for you." She
was always shy when giving me gifts because she thought they weren't as
extravagant as the ones my family gave. I've tried explaining to her that
that's just the way we are, we see something, we like it we get it. With the
kind of money we had floating around we could have Xmas everyday and still not
run through it all.
    I opened my gifts all excited
and shit, because what she failed to understand was that when it came from her
it really was the thought that count for me. She got me some new kickass Ray
Bans and a new Mariners hat, white with tiny blue stripes, sweet.
    "Hey this is great baby
thank you, I love them." She blushed and hung her head.
    "Now you."
    "What? I thought Tinks was my gift." Yeah like I'd give my girl a dog for Xmas and nothing else.
    "Come ‘ere and open these." I had
three boxes for her.
    "These two are for everyday wear nothing
too extravagant I promise, you can wear it to school and shit. " She
opened the first box and went goo goo over the silver
Tiffany toggle necklace, that's what it was called I think. In the other box
was the matching bracelet.   She put them
on right away. I don't know how well they would go with her new Rolex, freaking
mom had to show me up.
    The last box held her set
from Cartier, a tennis bracelet just like mom and Petra’s. Only her diamonds
were in the shape of flowers, her dinner ring too was one big flower shaped
entirely out of diamonds and the necklace to match.
    "Oh Roman these are amazing, thank
you."
    "Why the fuck are you
crying?" I pulled her onto my lap rocking her back and forth. She sniffled
into my neck. I hated to fucking see her cry. I don't care if they were happy
tears or not, I didn't trust that shit, I hated tears on her face. I tapped her
ass gently.
    " Cut it out sweet cheeks. Go clean your
face we have to go take that plate to the station for your dad."
    "Okay, be right back." She kissed me,
well pecked was more like it before scurrying off to the bathroom.

 
 
    We left the dog with mom and
Petra and headed out in my new jeep. I think this is what I'd get her to drive,
a matching one. His and Hers and maybe with some custom plates, sweet.
    When we got to the station I
almost lost my shit. What the fuck was he doing here? Couldn't I just enjoy one
day without this motherfucker fucking it up? Vicki tensed like a springboard
next to me and didn't move to get out of the car.
    "Let's go." I got out and walked
around to her side to let her out. She had her head down like she was hiding or
some shit.
    "Head up Victoria-Lynn." I ordered
her, just like that my good mood was erased all the laughter and fun of the day
was just sucked right out of me.
    I kept my hand on her elbow
as we headed up the stairs. The dog pulled away from the side of the building
and made as if to approach her. I kept my mouth shut long enough to see what
she would do.
    "Vicki. Vicki." He called her name
but she kept looking ahead not acknowledging his presence. Okay so far do good . Then the asswad reached out
as if to touch her and I really lost it.
    My fist was in his face
before I knew I was going to do it. I didn't just stop there either I just kept
pounding away on his fucking head. There was a ringing in my ears and a veil
over my eyes. I didn't see or hear shit, just felt. I think Vicki was screaming
for me to stop but I can't be sure.
    Next thing I knew the sheriff
and one of his deputies were there holding us apart. I guess the mutt had
gotten in a few because my ribs hurt, but I'm declaring myself the winner
because his shit was