"Can't keep my hands to myself, no matter how hard I'm trying to..."

Andy took my hand and led me out of the club through a back way that I didn't know existed. I guess being a gangster she would know all of the hideaways and unmarked paths of the city. She was the real thing. Most people claimed to be big shots or gangsters, but she really was one. She was the daughter of Iggy De Palma. Everyone knew his name no matter what social status they were. At an early age, my parents taught me about gang violence and to stay away from anyone in the De Palma family. They're legacy was known and no one could compete with them.

That's why I wasn't afraid of being alone with Andy. She oozed confidence and she was fearless. I bet she was untouchable. No one wanted to kill her because they didn't want to suffer the consequences from her gang. It was weird how I felt safer with a gangster than on my lonesome. If anything I should be the slightest bit paranoid, but I wasn't. I was calm and enjoying every second that I was with her.

Andy ended up walking with me to the parking lot. Her car was parked in a row with other cars of its caliber. Of course, the daughter of a gang leader was driving one of the most expensive cars on the market. It was a Ferrari and when I got inside of it, it felt like I was in a spaceship. I've been in pretty nice cars that were top notch luxury and I had a Porsche myself, but I had never been in something as futuristic as her car. My hands began wandering around the interior with curiosity. F-ck, this thing was nice.

Once we both got settled in the car, Andy pulled off into the night. I wasn't sure where we were going. I was still intrigued into the specs of her ride. "Wait, you aren't straight, are you," Andy suddenly asked me. I couldn't do anything but laugh at her. The question was out of nowhere and so random. She laughed herself. "What? I have to make sure. A lot of straight girls use me to get what they want and then leave." She seemed to be laughing but I could tell she was serious. I'm sure a lot of b-tches had f-cked her over.

"For your sake, I'm not straight. I am, however, bisexual. And yeah I know, you're probably turned off now. I don't know why the hell lesbians get turned off because I like men as well. What I do with my p-ssy is my business, you know? They assume just because I'm bisexual, I'm going to cheat on them with a man. How the hell does that even make sense!? It's so annoying. I get shut down before I even get a chance," I openly voiced. Guys were always stoked when they found out I was bisexual but girls, it was the complete opposite. I could never have a serious relationship with a woman because of my sexual orientation. It was f-cking stupid.

"Listen, I don't know what kind of lesbians you've been hanging around with but they're obviously insecure b-tches. If you like both men and women then more power to you. It's whatever. It's not a turn off for me. I think it's great that you like d-ck and p-ssy. I mean, why the hell not? Maybe I'd be bisexual too if I wasn't already in love with p-ssy and completely turned off by men." Andy's response was unexpected. That girl was full of surprises.

"You've never had a crush on a guy," I pried playfully.

She chuckled and shook her head. "I don't think so." Andy paused for a second but then she opened her mouth again. "Actually, there was this one kid when I was younger. I was thirteen and I thought he was kind of cute. I've been a tomboy all my life, always hanging with boys. The only girls I hung out with were Lin and Leo and they were just as rough as me and the boys. Anyways, I had a crush on Rafael. He's still one of my good friends to this day. But back then, we were just kids playing around. We were playing hide and seek and he found me. He tackled me and we started wrestling and in the midst of it, I kissed him. It was both of our first kiss. Needless to say, we both hated it."

I was cracking up. I couldn't imagine Andy ever kissing a guy even as a little girl. "Is he gay too?"

"No, he just thought I looked too much like a boy. I just didn't like the feel of his lips. I thought about it for a few days and then I got another crush. This time on a girl. It made me feel weird. I thought I was mentally f-cked up, but I ended up meeting some of my father's lesbian friends. They constantly got sh-tted on. The boys always made stupid remarks at them but they always seemed happy. I wanted to be like them. As time went past, I saw people being more accepting of them. By sixteen, I had come out to my parents."

"Did they take it well?"

"Yeah, my dad was actually proud. I was always rough growing up. I wasn't like other girls, especially not like my little sister, Giana. He always wanted a son so I'm like a son to him. Anytime someone asks him about his kids, he says he has one son and one daughter. He even calls me 'son.' It's kind of funny, you know? As for my mom, my mom is so carefree. She doesn't give a f-ck what I do as long as I'm eating good. I was f-cking this girl once in high school, my mom literally tiptoed in and put a bowl of f-cking spaghetti on my dresser." Both Andy and I were laughing at her story. She seemed to be smiling as she recounted it. If my parents ever walked in on me, I don't think I could live through it. I'd probably die on the spot. "What about you, doc? Your parents know you like girls as well?"

I sighed and looked out of the passenger window. We were in a neighborhood that I knew most of her gang members lived in. I always stayed away from it, but I didn't feel any danger with Andy. She parked in front of a house and put her car in park. There were no lights on in the house and it almost seemed abandoned. "My parents know and they accept me for who I am, but at the same time they act like they don't know. They still ask me if I have a boyfriend yet. They never ask me about a girlfriend. Even when I used to have girlfriends and bring them home, they acted as if we were just good friends and nothing else. I think they'd rather be in denial."

"That must suck, doc. I can't imagine how that feels." Andy turned off the car and motioned towards the house. "Want to go inside?" I looked towards Andy and then towards the house. "If you're wondering if this is where I live, the answer is no. It's my family's old place. I just come here to get some quiet, and think."

I got out of the car with Andy and followed her into the house. She turned on a light switch and revealed the interior of the place. There wasn't much there. A few sofas, a table with an ashtray, spray painted walls with a few holes in them but not much else. The walls were full of color with drawings, but the place still seemed dull, and completely quiet. "Your family used to live here?"

"Yeah. It used to be our house when we first moved here. I like to come here and sit back. Think a little bit. Sometimes Leo, Lin and I just come here and talk, especially when we have problems with each other. It's old and kind of creepy, but it's peaceful and it reminds me of family." Andy went and made herself comfortable on the old, worn out couch. Instead of sitting down, I walked over to one of the holes in the wall. "Like I said, I had many heated conversations with Leo and Lin here. Most of the time, things get physical, hence the holes in the walls. Once we get it all out, we usually draw some bullsh-t on the wall."

"Some bullsh-t? Some of these are actually good."

"Yeah, all of the good drawings Leo did them. Lin and I are sh-t but Leo's a really good artist."

"F-ck that asshole. You know you really shouldn't surround yourself with assholes like her. You're too cute for that."

I went to sit beside Andy and she laughed at me. "You'll get used to Leo if you stick around."

"Stick around?"

"You didn't think I was just going to let you hit it and quit it, did you? I'm not one of those girls, Delaney. You're not going to play me like some maracas, chica." Andy tried to remain serious but I was cracking up. She had a good sense of humor for the tough gangster act that she was putting up. She ended up grinning at me which just made me laugh more. "You have the most adorable laugh, you know? It's cute. I actually feel like I'm funny when you laugh."

"Well, you are funny." Andy gave me the brightest smile that I had ever seen from her. I don't know why but every time she smiled, I giggled. It was just so goofy coming from her since she always had a pretty stone expression. She was just so damn lovable and she really shouldn't be. I was just getting to know her but I knew if I spent enough time with her that I'd be f-cking hooked. Without thinking, I pounced on top of her and kissed her. Her hands met my hips as she slightly chuckled between the kiss we were having.

The kiss was pretty lazy with both of us stopping consistently to let out small laughs. My hands cupped her cheeks as her thumbs drummed against my hips. The taste of her lips were sweet and they were so f-cking soft. They were so kissable. Kissing her was almost addicting. I didn't want to stop anytime soon. My hands left her cheeks and ran down her broad shoulders. The only thing I could hear were our heavy breathing and my heart nearly beating out of my chest. My hips grinded against hers and I gasped when I felt something there. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me," I asked breathlessly.

"Gun. Don't worry, it's on safety," she said with a smirk. I bit my lower lip and Andy took this as her chance to take control. She laid me down on the couch and positioned herself between my legs. Her lips met mine once again before she began kissing along my jaw. My hands ran down her back and my breath hitched when she began pushing her hips towards mine. My dress had rose up and she was grinding into me. I felt her gun rubbing against my soaking core. I took a deep breath and let out a quiet moan.

"F-ck," I heard Andy exclaim for all the wrong reasons. Her phone began going off in her pocket and she quickly sat up before answering it. I got myself straightened out and pulled down my dress. Well, f-ck, that escalated quickly and ended just as quick. "What the hell do you mean?...It can't wait until the morning?...Fine, I'll be there. Give me a few minutes." Andy hung up the phone and gave me an apologetic look. "The family needs me. I should get you home."

We got back in Andy's Ferrari and she drove me straight home. There wasn't much talking but it wasn't awkward at all. It probably should've been, but it wasn't. When she dropped me off at my apartment, I thanked her. I was expecting it to end there, but before I could get out of the car she grabbed my arm and asked me for a kiss. "No goodbye kiss, doc?"

"Why should I? You tried to dry f-ck me with your gun tonight. I don't think that's exactly safe."

Andy chuckled. "But did you die?" I bit the inside of my cheek as she smiled at me. "And didn't you like it?"

I rolled my eyes at her and opened the car door. "Anyways, goodnight."

"No kiss," Andy complained.

I blew Andy a kiss which I knew frustrated the hell out of her. It took all of me to keep a straight face. She laughed slightly and bitterly as I got out of the car. She watched me up until I got into my apartment. I looked back one last time before going inside. She gave me a small wave and I smiled before walking in. When I walked in, I found both Tyra and Lisa passed out on the couch. I'm sure Mia was comfortable and sleeping in her bed as well. I decided to take a long shower and try to shake Andy off of my mind, but I couldn't. I kept thinking about when was the next time I would see her. Whenever it was, I couldn't wait. Something about her turned me on mentally, physically and emotionally.

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How do you feel about the night Andy and Delaney had?