Page 60 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
After everything, King and I emerge from the room, and the women take her prisoner. I didn’t care too much since I needed to talk to Alex, anyway.
I sit back and puff on my cigarette; I miss Vegas every time I’m back. I shake my head as I stare at the night sky.
“You miss it, don’t you?” Alex asks.
“What, the nightlife or being single for all of two seconds?” I respond.
Alex scoffs. “You’ve been single for the last 15 years, last I checked.”
I cock a brow. “Meaning what, exactly?”
“I mean that your ex, the witch, out of respect for you, didn’t really value you. I mean, I got that y’all had an open relationship, but it doesn’t mean to offer your husband’s friend head.”
I don’t know why but I chuckle then it turns into a laugh and finally, a laugh so hard and powerful, tears come out of my eyes. Alex, Tank, Adriano and Boston laugh. Laughter is contagious as fuck. They wait until I calm down. “Honestly, I don’t know why I laughed but damn, how did I miss that? I marry a woman that has never once been a whore but she turns into the goddamn madame of an invisible brothel where she’s the only one taking pip. Then I fall in love with a whore and she’s the most loyal human being I’ve ever met on God’s green earth.” I shake my head. This is some shit.
“Well, how about you don’t refer to her as a whore?” Tank says. His dark eyes glint with mischief. He’s always trying to get me riled up.
I snicker. “She doesn’t even care. But I’ll consider it. It’s different with her though.” I admit.
“How so?” He asks.
“Well, for one, she’s mine. You need another reason?”
“What’s her reason for even liking you?” Tank jokes.
I look him in the eye and put on a serious expression. “I’m good at skull-fucking.” I shrug.
All the guys laugh, but I’m as serious as a heart attack. Tank shakes his head. “You sure you’re not this asshole’s best friend instead of me? Actually, y’all might be related.” he says pointing at Alex.
“It would be worse for the world, if we were.” Alex says and I agree.
“So,” Tank starts. “I know where Igor is and if you want to make a move, let me know. I can have him to you before the sun even rises.”
“Yeah, I want to settle this shit with him. I don’t like being taken advantage of when I’m gracious as fuck already.”
Alex snorts. “Gracious, huh?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m Canadian, it’s in my blood.”
“Lamest shit I’ve ever heard,” Alex responds. “Oh! Heard you’re no longer barren.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s called sterile. What the hell? Am I a woman that I would be barren?” I ask him and laugh, shaking my head. I puff on my cigarette and finally put it out.
Alex looks me up and down. “You rich fuck, learn to finish your cigarettes. I got you premium cut. You don’t appreciate shit.” he says with a smirk on his face. “But I am glad you’re not sterile. You love kids more than I do.”
“Says the man, who is about to have another baby.”
“I love pussy, my wife’s pussy and I refuse to strap up. So, she got knocked up. Not really my fault. I told her I could just get the old snip-snip, but she’s afraid I’ll end up with no balls like Tank.” Alex says.
Tank flips him both middle fingers before going back to texting on his phone. I knew that he was working on getting Igor here. So, for now, all I could do was relax and shoot the shit.
“I’ve got more balls than you do, Alexander of Troy. You don’t even ride your motorcycle anymore because it scares McKenna, and she thinks you’ll die.” he says.
Alex shrugs. “That’s the price you pay for good pussy like your balls did, right?”
These two bicker like lovers. They’ve always been this way, and you can tell that they grew up together. No one could tell them they weren’t brothers. It didn’t matter that Tank’s skin resembled the night sky and Alex’s resembled the morning. They were brothers through and through.
