Chapter 36 : What's Your Problem

Jojo's POV "Jose, what the hell did you just do?" Fuck, I hadn't meant to— That was to say— "I'm goin' out for a smoke." I couldn't friggen think, thoughts too cluttered, so many staked on top of one another screamin' at me like I was a dumb stuck tourist in the middle of Penn Station during rush hour. Just noise, noise, noise, and my hands itched with the need for somethin' to do to distract me from all I was feelin'. I wasn't cut out for feelings stuff, Kenny was— Shit! Don't think about Kenny! Oh, Goddess—I grab the keys to Rocco's Torpedo, darting out the garage door where the car sat, a ticket outta this painful predicament. "I'll be right back. You're in charge, Ricky!" "Jojo, wait dammit—" And then, like Kenny before me, I'm peelin' out of Rocco's like a bat outta hell. I'm pretty sure I clipped a bit of fender across some debris. I feel like a wolf that's been backed into a corner—cagey—as the packs' eyes are all on me. Judgin'