Page 72 of Black Widow's Kiss

Approaching the warehouse, I understood how Sato could use it for distribution. The only way in was through an alley. And behind a fence and small patio, the place was very easy to secure.

“What did you tell him when you grabbed him?”

“Does it look like I have henchmen? I didn’t grab him. I convinced him to follow me.”

“How did you do that?”

“Turns out that you and your uncle share a taste in men.”

“Did you fuck him?” I said my temper racing to a boil.

“What are you crazy?”

“How am I supposed to know what you meant by that?”

“You’re supposed to know that I’m not going to fuck your uncle, the man who might be here to kill you.”

“Good that you know that.”

“What the fuck, Dante? I did something nice for you.”

I calmed myself.

“You’re right. What you did was good. I just… I just can’t think about you with anyone else. I swear to God, if anything Yuki told me about what happened to you as a kid had been true, I would murder everyone who ever laid a hand on you.”

Kuroi stared at me froze.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What did Yuki tell you about my childhood?”

“She didn’t tell me anything about your childhood. What she told me was some fucked up story about you being some sort of Japanese apprentice or some shit.”

“A kagema,” Kuroi said lowering his eyes. “And you didn’t believe her?”

“Come on, there was no way she was serious about that. I mean, Sato’s an asshole, but you’re his son.”

Kuroi eyes met the floor as he looked away.

I was driving but the sight of him captured my full attention.

“Wait, did that have to do with why you were crying last night?”

“I said I don’t want to talk about what happened last night.”

I could feel myself preparing to explode. I had to pull over.

“It’s right up there,” Kuroi said pointing.

“I don’t give a fuck where it is.” With the car off, I turned in my seat to face him. “Look, I’m sorry about what I did last night. The truth is that after our first few nights together, I went to your sister to get advice on how to handle you.”

“How to handle me? What am I, a dog?”

“No! Have you forgotten what you did to me? You fuckin’ stabbed me the night you moved in. The next night you threw a fuckin’ casserole dish at me. Lorenzo had to stich me up. I almost bled to death goin’ him. So, yeah, I needed help on how to handle you so I didn’t end up dead.”

That shut Kuroi up.

Feeling like I was too enthusiastic in making my point, I took his hand.

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