Page 61 of Blinded By The Sun
“Found him. Y’all ready for a little trip to downtown Vegas?” Tank announces. “You need me to bring anything for ya’ll?”
“What are you a damned lackey now?” Boston asks Tank.
Tank eyes him up and down. “I won’t fight you like I did the last time you were here, you colossal fuck. Obviously, I’d text someone else to get it, ass-wipe.”
Boston laughs. “You didn’t win that fight last I checked and calling me a colossal fuck is a compliment. I’ve been bulking up a little, just to attract the female species, like a peacock. What’s your excuse?”
Tank shakes his head but chuckles. “One of these days, I’ll catch you slipping and stab you in the rib.”
Boston smirks. “Make sure I’m not already stabbing you in the gut when you do that.”
“All this talk makes me hungry,” Adriano interjects. “I’m definitely ready to get a glimpse of Sin City. Guess I might get wonderful shows tonight; women and blood. My favorite genre.” Adriano states.
Boston snickers. “As if you haven’t been dipping in sin already, horny ass old man.”
“What?” Adriano looks at Boston and Boston smirks like he knows a secret. I’ll find out about it soon. For now, it was time to get to Igor.
It was time for others to understand why they referred to me asTuere. I don’t kill just for sport; I do it to prove a point. To show you that no one can get on my level, challenge me to a duel and live to see the end results. I earned where the fuck I am today, and no one will take advantage of me so as long as I live. I’m Ciro Gaël Sarkozy, nobody fucks with me.
