Page 87 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
Getting back to the day-to-day shit is easy, but what isn’t is the fact that I had to wait almost four months for my father-in-law so I could wreck shit up for that fat bitch Stannis. While I’ve been waiting, I’ve been explaining to my brother and my cousin more and more about my reincarnation and Kingsley’s. Apparently, what I told them made little sense the first time, but now, they seem to understand better. I think back on what Czar said about waiting to take out his brother and also destroying that business so the girls could go on with their lives or something. He made sense. We wanted things to stay low and monitor what we needed to, to make sure that Kingsley had no affiliations with him or the De la Saints. Kingsley wanted nothing to do with her mother’s side of the family, so I dropped the subject. She refused the money and told me to donate it but neither I nor her father can touch it, so I did the next best thing; I convinced her to put it for our children combining her money and mine is only for them. We don’t get to touch that at all.
I snap out of it when a text comes from Czar telling me that everything is set, and he gives me an address; I smile. The moment I’ve been waiting for. I don’t hesitate as I take one of my sports cars out that I know I don’t need to have, anyway.
My men follow closely behind me. I speed up for good measure just to see if they can still do what the fuck, I hired them for. Gotta keep these nut jobs on their toes. I continue to drive to the countryside of Quebec. I’m happy that I told King to pack before this because we’re leaving tonight for her Disney trips. I crack my neck as I pull up to where Czar is sitting back drinking his water bottle. I chuckle because he looks fucking crazy while his brother is tied to his car.
I park next to him, running over Stannis’ foot. I step out of the car and Stannis is screaming out. “Please! Please!”
“Shut the fuck up, idiot,” I say to Stannis and greet Czar. “Nice to see you’re in good health and shit.”
He smirks. “Good to see that my daughter still smiles when she video calls me.”
I laugh. “Nice of you to say you enjoy my company.” I lean on his car as I pull out a cigarette and light it up as one of the boys gets Stannis ready.
There is a certain way Czar, and I want this done. It has to be fair for us to both get a piece of Stannis. It’s the only way. I watch in silence as the other half of his arm and leg are tied to the handles of my car. “Where are you taking her?” Czar asks me.
“All around Disney, really. She wants to go to the Disney resorts and shit. She’s packing as we speak.”
“Good. Take her around and have fun for once. Shit will always be here, you know?” He states.
“Yeah.” I say. I drop my cigarette and step on it. I step over a crying Stannis, not bothering with any explanation.
Czar walks over to the driver side of his car. We both get in and I approve of his sports car too. He nods once. We turn our engines on, and we rev them up just for shits and giggles. I count us down, putting my first finger down, then my ring finger and finally, after I’ve flipped Czar the finger, I put it down and we take off full force. We don’t care about the screams or the blood that splatters our cars as we drive at the same speed, then turn in opposite ways. Stannis’s body is ripped apart and if I didn’t have somewhere to be, I’d ask for a video recording of this, but then again…
We stop after we perform the task and do a U-turn, going back to where we first parked. I get a video call from King and I answer it.
“What’s up, baby?”
“Hey, daddy…” She calls out to me.
I quickly glance at the screen, and she’s smiling at me. I’ve given her even more. “What?” I ask her. I chuckle, “That’s random.”
“Is it though? You don’t remember what you told me?”
I rack my brain. “Not really. Refresh my memory, sweetheart.”
She sighs and pouts, but does it, anyway. “You know how I was sick for like two weeks?” she says all giddy.
“Yeah, sick like a fucking dog,” I reply.
She laughs. “Anyway… you said, the only time I could call you daddy, is if you’re a daddy sooooo, Congratulations you’re a daddy!” She yells out andPoutinebarks in the background as if he knows what’s going on.
“What! For real?Franchement,sugar?”
“Yes!”
“Whooooo!!!” I yell out in the car and Kingsley laughs. This is the best day of my life. It turns into a race that I win because one of my damned hobbies as a reckless teen was racing like I was a Nascar professional. A disastrous car accident with broken bones that hurt like hell taught me to chill the fuck out. I shake my head and realize that the reckless phase of mine is over. When I park the car, I don’t get out of the car feeling overwhelmed. I take a deep breath and push my emotions to the side.
* * *
When I finally make it home, it all sinks in again the second I see Kingsley waiting for me on the couch. She’s asleep withPoutinewatching guard over her. He’s been doing that ever since the whole Jones thing. I pet him and I sit on the couch just gazing at her. I’m going to be a father. Not just an uncle or a godfather… But a father.
“How many months are you?” I ask her.
“Four months. You really got me pregnant in Vegas like you promised. A man of your word.”
I smirk. “That I did, sugar. Had to eat your ass with cake for all of that to happen. Pulled out all my best fucking tricks and fucked around and almost got a damn Charlie horse.” King laughs with me and then it grows quiet. Our reality is setting in. I sigh, thinking about how life has changed. Not for the worst at all. Just from the good to the better.
