After an hour of smoking joint after joint, because Vince was convinced it chill her out, they'd finally run out of weed and Ronnie was some what relaxed, but she knew that as soon as Caden opened his mouth her high would be gone and she'd no longer be relaxed.
There was a knock at the door and Vince looked at her expecting it to get it and she rolled her eyes. Normally Vince wasn't such a huge ass. He was normally the only one who put up with Veronica's shit. The only person on the face of the planet she could trust. But when Jay and Jimmy were around he was an ass hole, because he acted like them.
"Took you long enough." Jack smirked and Ronnie rolled her eyes, opening the door allowing both of them to come inside.
"Drinks, Pretty Boy." she heard Jay say as he shut the door and she knew that would mean she'd be getting the drinks. She headed into the kitchen making drinks. She could feel Jacks eyes on her, she always could.
"It's been a while since I've seen you. How've you all been?" she heard him say a she brought the drinks into the living room handing on to Pretty boy and Jay. She set Jimmy's done in front of him, practically ignoring his existence.
"Well you an Jimmy are pretty sprung on each other, I figured the two of you are butt buddies," She shrugged holding Jacks eyes. "I didn't you need me around anymore." She said with a wicked smirk.
She knew Jack wants her back. Most people didn't know they were ever together, they knew they messed around but they didn't know much more. But she'd actually dated Jack for a year or so without anyone knowing and she'd been the one to call it off because being she was never good with commitment.
"Is he as good in bed as me." She smirked glancing to Jimmy then back to Jack.
"Cut the shit Ronnie." Vincent spat harshly, she turned her eyes to her brother, glaring at him.
"Oh I'm sorry Vinny, I forgot your just as far up Jacks ass as Jimmy." She rolled her eyes.
As much as she should be afraid of Jimmy, Jay, and Pretty boy...because they were all dangerous in there own respects she wasn't scared of any of them. She went back into the kitchen grabbing the rest of the bottle and hopping on the counter, leaning agains the wall, taking a swig of the bottle. She lit herself a cigarette, taking a long drag off of it, before blowing the smoke back out in perfectly practiced O shapes.
Her shitty flip phone went of in her pocket and she pulled out reading the text. It was from her cousin letting her know, he had a new car for her to come check out and that their was a race, 30 grand being the prize.
She glanced up to Jack "Race tonight." She smirked