"Did I?" Adrik questioned. Gil having bisexual experiences wouldn't be surprising in the least.
Gil pointed, "There's the hotel. I haven't been to the Don in ages. I think the last time was for my birthday. That was a crazy party."
"And we were asked not to come back for a while," Alexei pointed out.
"Oh, they've forgiven us by now. It was only a knife fight, and no one died. Win-Win."
Adrik drowned out their conversation. He was anxious, and it showed through as he bit his nail. This was an opportunity to have Jolie in his bed, which might be his only chance for a while. If he was going to follow Alexei's rules and not screw Jolie in the house, their time together would have to be planned and staged. It wasn't the best of circumstances, but it was better than nothing, and nothing was impossible. He was losing his concentration. He knew he should be focusing on the family and figuring out what to do with Katia's brother, but all he could think about was Jolie. The moment he put his daughter down to bed, he took off with the intention of gaining access to Jolie's room. This ridiculous 'two-week' idea would come to an end tonight.
Adrik bit his lip, the desire increasing like a volcano ready to explode.
Alexei's loud voice interrupted his thoughts, "Would you stop going on about Puerto Rico? You could have come, you know?"
"I'm just saying, Spanish women fuck like porn stars. You didn't meet any girls there? You are wasting your time, Alexei. You won't be young forever. You're barely holding on to your looks."
"Oh, fuck you. I don't need a pretty face; I got muscle." Alexei flexed, slapping his bicep with appreciation.
"All those hours in the gym, and you could have been fucking." Gil slapped Adrik's shoulder. "Tell him. Tell him he's missing out. You ate some Spanish pussy, didn't you?"
Alexei snapped his head toward Adrik. They had only spent a few hours apart in Puerto Rico. And though Gil was only speculating, it wasn't a far stretch for Adrik.
Adrik felt his brother's gaze and met his eyes. "What?"
"Did you?"
"Did I?" Adrik mocked.
"Why can't you answer the question?"
Adrik scoffed, shaking his head and watching the road. Alexei's feelings for Jolie were one thing, but coming to her defense was another. It wasn't Alexei's fucking place. He didn't know how to handle Alexei's crush on Jolie. Ignoring it and hoping it went away was his current method. But was Alexei waiting on the sidelines, hoping he'd fuck up?
Because chances were, Adrik was going to fuck up at some point. Did he have to worry about his brother swooping in?
Gil cackled, coming between them, "Nah, he's too hooked on Snow White."
Alexei turned his head away, and too quickly, guilt overcame him. His feelings for Jolie were hard to quell, especially after their time together at his mother's party. He'd just have to stay away from her as much as possible. Maybe he could find a girl to take home tonight.
The idea made him sick. Girls that were easy made him think about all the dicks that had been in their pussy. He didn't know how Gil did it without being grossed out.
"I don't know how you go from Katia to her."
"Because Katia's a fucking psycho," Alexei answered for him, hoping to win some points with Adrik.
"But she's a ten!" Gil fought back.
Adrik flicked his eyes to the rearview mirror again. He studied Gil as he went on about his preferences. He was laughing and looking out the window, making ill jokes, but Adrik sensed something.
He was always good at reading people, Katia being the exception. Gil was never good at hiding, but secrets were common in the family. He didn't fault Gil for not telling him everything.
It had to do with a rumor.
A woman had told Adrik that she saw Gil and Katia arguing at the dress shop. She said that Gil reached for her hand in a very delicate manner. More of a 'lover's touch' than anything else. Adrik had blown it off, suspecting the woman was more jealous than concerned, but now it planted a seed in his head, and he was looking for the signs.
Was Gil betraying him by fucking Katia?
Adrik couldn't give two shits who Katia fucks. She was a whore, and if she wasn't the mother to his child, he'd have put her on the streets like she should be.
But it mattered who Gil took to his bed.