Page 7 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
Even the bit of sleep I usually get doesn’t come as easily as I want it to. I flip around my bed, restless as fuck. I growl as I get out of my bed. I need to nut. I contemplate going to King’s room but I change my mind. Too much fucking will have her thinking or creating bullshit fantasies in her head. Now that Tatyana is dead, I don’t want a First Lady or whatever the fuck these dickheads are calling it in the streets.
My cell notification goes off. I reach for it on my night table. I pick it up and read the text.
Watson: Shipment is missing.Quinton’s territory bombarded Boston and his crew.
Me: Is Boston good? How much did they take?
Watson: A thousand.
Me: Description.
Watson: Boston’s Harley is okay. Everyone is good and counted for. They know who.
Me: Tell Boston to meet me at 9 at my office in the city.
Watson: Done.
I check the time, and it hasn’t been more than an hour. I get out of my bed and I go into my walk-in. I get dressed for a workout in gym shorts and a t-shirt. I should be worried about my cousin Boston, but I’m not. I know he’ll call me soon. He, unlike Adriano’s dumb-ass, waits for it to at-least hit 6 in the morning.
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I’ve been on this treadmill for an hour and counting but I’m not tired. I pick up speed, not wanting to stop until I feel close to throwing up. It’s not good but it’s not bad. It helps me focus and stay in shape for my tall ass. Being 6’4 and trying to maintain my swimmer’s body is not as easy as it seems. I bulk up too fast and I don’t enjoy looking like one of those meaty bitches in the gym. That shit is weird to me. The notification that a call is coming in goes off on my Apple Watch. I shake my head as I answer it and don’t stop running.
“Here I was complimenting you in my head about you being a respectful son of a bitch.”
Boston’s hoarse voice chortles. “Usually I am but I just got word from Adri. So, Tatyana went home, eh?” He asks.
“Home away from home.” I answer.
“From dust, you were formed and to dust you return.” Boston says. That’s his parting gift. “Watson text you about what went down?”
I stop the treadmill and catch my breath for a second. “Yeah. We’ll figure it out when you get here. By the way, Adri wants me to go home. You agree?”
Boston snorts. “Adri needs to go where you are and so will I. I don’t trust that the Petrov family won’t retaliate. Word hasn’t fully got out, but it’s only been 2 hours and I’m hearing about it. They’ll want blood for Tatyana.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m sending them her body out of respect. Fuck them. She betrayed me. She broke our rules first.”
“First?” Boston asks. I hate the fuck for always paying attention to the little detail.
“Yeah. I’ll tell you when you’re here. I need to go shower and go through the paperwork before I meet you at my office.”
“Cool. Be good.” he says.
“Be safe.” I reply.
“Be vigilant.”
“Be smart, you colossal fuck.” I hang up with a chuckle.
When 9 o’clock comes around, I’m sitting in my office in my second home. I only like to conduct business here. The scarce loft gives me peace. It’s the one place that I have all to myself even Tatyana didn’t come here. Boston, the only other person besides Adriano who knows the code to this place, walks in. Today, he has his dark strawberry blonde hair in a high bun. His beard is gone, replaced with the signature Sarkozy jawline, making him look younger than his age. His pale blue eyes shine with mischief as he smirks. His dimples are prominent whether or not he smiles, but when he does, they are deep. I shake my head at him. He looks clean and sharp for the president of the Laurentian MC gang. His white short-sleeve crisp shirt is tucked into his black distressed jeans completed with his riding boots. He holds his motorcycle helmet in his hand and his club jacket is hanging over his shoulder on his fingers. His sleeve tattoos are much more apparent now than before. If he wasn’t my cousin, I would think he was a threat but he’s not.
“Yo!” He calls out.
“Only two minutes late.” I annoy Boston.
“Franchement?” He asks with a fake attitude and an eye roll. “En tout cas, I’m here, bitch.”
