Page 29 of Blinded By The Sun
“Yeah? Finally, kid. You don’t think you’ve got school tomorrow or something?” I hear Boston yell out.
Matteo makes an exasperated sound, and he rolls his eyes. “Only my dad. So, you’ll help me with my trig work? The shit is confusing.” He admits.
“Yeah for sure!” I answer.
When we turn the corner, Matteo gets another smack on the back of his head from Adriano this time. “Language,” he says. “Especially around such a pretty lady.” He winks at me.
I sip my iced latte and smile, trying not to blush. I have never gotten so many compliments in my life, it’s overwhelming.
“Ow!” Matteo cries out. “Ugh, fine, sorry. Oh, uncle Cir!”
“Kid, stop yelling, I’m right here.” Ciro answers.
I turn to see Ciro fully dressed in a simple long sleeve black dress shirt tucked into black pants and his dress shoes. There is a suitcase right next to him. Well, three suitcases. My eyes go wide. I did something wrong, and he’s sending me back to my uncle’s. I mean it’s at least nice that he’s bringing me with my new clothes, but did I really get that much clothing?
“Guess what happened today, guys?” Matteo says to everyone before I could ask about the suitcase and if Ciro wanted me to go shower before he dropped me back.
“What?” Boston asks.
“Kingsley got propositioned today!” Matteo shouts.
“Propositioned?” Ciro asks. He cocks his brow and folds his arms over his chest. He looks sinister. “Kingsley?”
Matteo scratches the back of his neck. “What? She said I could call her that. And yeah, Travis and Tony want to sign her. They said she has that natural face for the camera! I told her she should do it and she’s thinking about it.”
“This fucking kid!” Boston laughs. “Next time don’t say propositioned. Learn better English fucking words, you’ll send your uncle to an early grave.”
“Sorry. But seriously, isn’t that cool?” He asks.
“It is.” Ciro answers. “That is pretty impressive, what do you want to do with that, Kingsley?” he says my name like it’s filled with venom.
“I…” I shut my mouth. I don’t know why he’s saying my name like that. Did I do something wrong? I go through the rules again.
“Kingsley?” Matteo calls my name again. “You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to do it.”
I look up at him. He is such a sweet kid and how can I disappoint him? The look of joy on his face seems worth it plus he’ll be there with me, I won’t be alone. Even if Ciro sends me back to my uncle’s. “I want to do it.”
“Great!” Matteo says and pulls me in for a hug.
I laugh and hug him back. We’re pulled apart quicker than the hug lasts. “Kid, go get ready for bed,” Ciro says.
“Fine.” Matteo walks off and Ciro gets all up in my space. I stare up at him as he glares at me. It gets uncomfortable, so I look away.
“Kingsley, huh? Did I say my nephew could call you that? You think I’m a fucking joke, don’t you?”
I blink. “Are you sending me back to my Uncle’s?” I ask.
The look of shock on Ciro’s face is new to me. “What?”
“The suitcases.” I point out.
He rolls his eyes. “No, I’m going somewhere, and I fucking told you, I’m not letting you go back there. Get that shit through your head.”
“You’re leaving?” I ask, and I can feel all the joy just leave my body.
“Yeah.” Ciro answers. “Why? You gonna miss me?” he asks. I know he’s just teasing me, but I can’t help but answer it.
“Yes.” I answer honestly. “According to the facts and the books I’ve read, me being able to know I’ll miss you isn’t normal. Especially with the fact that we haven’t even spent months around each other.”
“Yeah? You talking dirty to me again, Kingsley?” Ciro asks as I feel the tip of his fingers on the exposed flesh on my midsection.
The hiccups come back full force. I sip my drink, trying to stop it.
“What are you drinking? You bring me some?” Ciro asks.
“I-hiccup-didn’t-hiccup-know-hiccup-hiccup-know you wanted- one.” I answer honestly.
“These damned hiccups. Shit, Kingsley, why do you get so nervous around me?” he asks and before I can answer he kisses me stupid.
