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“Fuck, Damien. I didn’t know. But I’m with you.”
“Thanks man.”
“Didn’t know what?” Valentino says from the saloon doors leading out to the dining room, clicking on the lights, furrowing his brows at us as we sit and drink on the job.
“That you’re gay.” I say to him, eyeballing him with pure hatred.
“Yeah, totally.” He snorts. “If I’m gay, so are you.” With a disgusted look on his smug face and a shake of his head, he leaves the room, letting the doors swing with a loud flapping noise behind him.
“Close one.” Anotnio says, swallowing thickly.
“Nah, I knew he was there. You couldn’t smell his cologne? That shit could choke out a gorilla.” I laugh, slapping my glass down on the counter. “I wouldn’t let you say anything incriminating in front of that asshole. I need you too much.”
“Thanks.” He says with a roll of his dark, Italian eyes.
“Yep. See you soon. Five o’clock, beginning of dinner rush.”
“Got it.”
With a satisfied smile, I leave the kitchen, walk down the back hall and stop in front of the office doors, listening to see if Valentino is inside. I can hear him on the phone with someone, so I press my ear to the door frame at the cracked opening.
“I love you, you now that…it’ll happen…patience baby...shhh…baby please…fine…”
The one-sided conversation just proves he’s in cahoots with a woman, one he’s been keeping a secret, and I know in the pit of my stomach that it’s the cunt Allie, the one pretending to be Dani’s best friend. She’s the Judas in this whole thing, I’m sure of it.
“Fucking asshole and bitch. You two are made for each other.” I grunt, then swing the door open quickly, making him jump in surprise.
With a maniacal laughter, I bend over, pull down my pants, show the prick my ass, and fart as loudly as I can push one out. It’s huge, loud, and stinks like all get out, and as he covers his face with his hand and curses at me, I pull my jeans back up, look over my shoulder, and flip him off.
“What the fuck asshole?” He yells at me as I strut away, heading to the back fire exit door and the pretty bitch waiting for me in her parking spot..
Calling out over my shoulder I yell back. “Well, since you like buttholes and all. Have a great day.”
Is it childish and disgusting? Yes. Does it make me feel just a little bit better? Absolutely.
Stupid motherfucker.
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“You ready?” I ask Dani as I wheel my bike next to hers in the garage at my apartment.
One of the reasons I fell in love with her in the first place was that I had someone to ride with. We used to cruise the streets all night long, me on Luna and her on her pink and carbon fiber wrapped CBR 500. With her short stature, and it being a smaller bike than mine, it’s still funny watching her get on it and having to tip toe to reach the ground. But don’t let that fool you, the girl can ride.
“Yeah.” She says, tightening the chin strap on her helmet and pulling her blonde braid out the back of it.
She’s fucking gorgeous on that thing in her black armored leggings and leather riding jacket in pink and black. The front zipper is open just enough to let some air flow in and to accentuate the perky tits underneath. I can’t wait to ride behind her, chasing her through the streets, watching that perfect ass hug the small seat.
“Make sure you rev that baby loud enough to get his attention baby.” I remind her as I flick on the ignition switch on Luna and fire her up.
“You just make sure you can keep up with me.” She laughs, reaching out and slapping my helmeted head.
“No problem there.”
“Alright, let’s do this.”
Chapter Nineteen
It seems like I was just sitting in this kitchen talking to Antonio about the plan we’re hatching right now. Even though it’s been a whole day after, spent preparing for this, it went by so fucking quickly.
