Page 159 of Sinful Like Us
“You pose for her?” Donnelly banters.
“Close-ups?” Oscar chimes in.
“Girls love that anus shot, you get that one?”
Farrow laughs hard, and fuck it, I laugh too. I wish my brother were here. He’d be rolling over in laughter just knowing my girlfriend is three dick pics richer. And how she tucked the phone to her chest like she was guarding the Hope Diamond.
I test the radio. “What I do for love and pussy.”
Amen, Banks would say. Not hearing it just makes me miss him more.
Quinn Oliveira joins us right after the words leave my mouth, and the air strains. Oscar assesses his little brother, to see if he’s okay. Last I heard, they weren’t talking since Quinn punched him.
Oscar nods. “I’m cool if you are, bro.”
Quinn nods back. “Yeah, I’m cool.”
Tension gone, Oscar picks up the conversation. “I could cheers to that: love, pussy, and add ingood dick.”
Farrow quips, “What’s bad dick feel like, Oliveira?”
“I don’t know, Redford, you tell me. You’re the one who slept with that redheaded witch.” He brings upRowin Hart, his ex-boyfriend, who almost assaulted Maximoff in Greece.
Farrow cringes into a sip of beer. “He’s worse than a witch, but nice try.”
Quinn interjects, “Why’s Akara hanging out with the Epsilon douche-bros?”
Our heads turn.
Akara is in a conversation with O’Malley, more than Tony, but they’re all on the red-green plaid couch, the SFE guards pocketing wads of bills they won.
I shut off the powered radio. “Recon.”
Quinn scrunches his face. “What?”
“Keep your enemies close, Quinnie,” Donnelly says.
“But not too close,” Farrow advises.
My jaw hardens as I suddenly zone in on a target. Tony is smiling over at Jane like she’s a chick in a bar he wants to fuck-and-chuck, and my blood is boiling. Muscles flexed, and I barely hear the guys talking about a game of charades tonight. To lighten the mood for Christmas Eve.
If Tony stands up, I’m Oscar Mike.
I will shove off and shove him back from her before his eye twitches in a fucking wink.
He folds his hands behind his head, then looks at me.
Good.
Stay the hell away from her. Tony thinks I’m Banks, but my brother would be just as protective of Jane as I would of his girlfriend (if he had one).
I glare, and the more I stab him between the eyes, the more he grins. He smacks O’Malley’s chest, stealing his attention, and very loudly, he says, “You know that Banks’ brother does butt stuff?” He laughs.
Thataffects me about as much as chugging water, but it shoots a bullet through multiple people.
“Excuse me?” Jane springs to her feet, and Maximoff stands at her side.
Farrow and Oscar are glaring at Tony.
