Page 74 of The Slayer
Chuito grabbed his dick through his shorts. “There’s your picture.”
“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Tino sighed as if suddenly bored. “Or do we have to play twenty questions?”
“Some shit went down with Alaine last night,” Chuito admitted, because Tino had a ball and was bored and would drive him fucking crazy if he didn’t. “I solved my problems with Patrón.”
The ball stopped bouncing as Tino looked at Chuito seriously. “What kinda shit?”
“Sorta like what happened with you and the receptionist,” Chuito said, even though he knew it was a mistake. “Only she didn’t see my dick.”
“Wow,” Tino mumbled, seeming to consider that. “No wonder you dislocated my arm. You seriously need to fuck that chick, Chu.”
“I can’t.” Chuito moaned, though part of him agreed with Tino. The wound-up, sexually frustrated part. “You know I can’t. Girls like her need marriage and babies. I can’t give her that. Shit’s about to get real in Miami. I can feel it in my bones.”
“Fuck someone else, then,” Tino suggested. “Move on and fuck someone else.Please. This is starting to become medically necessary.”
“I live next to her,” Chuito reminded him. “I can’t just ignore her.”
“Move in with me.”
“So the Mexican can get my apartment. I don’t think so.” Chuito might have started a grudging friendship with him, but he didn’t trust this new guy with Alaine. He didn’t trustanyonewith Alaine. “I’ll figure it out.”
“You ever think this shit is mean to her?” Tino mused. “Like, if you love her and you can’t be with her…you should probably let her go.”
Chuito turned his head and glared at him. “You’re just saying that ’cause you want to fuck her.”
“I do want to fuck her. She isveryhot. I like redheads, and she’s so tiny. Bendable.”
“Motherfucker—” Chuito started. “You better not be thinking aboutbendingAlaine.”
“I think about bending her all time, preferably over the edge of my bed, but seriously, this isn’t about that. I had a girl like her once when I was younger. A good girl. A Catholic. The kinda girl my ma would’ve loved, but I let her go. She didn’t need my kinda trouble. I miss her. I probably still love her, but I don’t regret it.”
“I’m thinking of moving back to Miami,” Chuito admitted. “I was supposed to go back a long time ago. I just stayed here ’cause of Alaine. Probably a mistake. My contract’s up with the UFC. I haven’t renewed it. Ever since I signed on with Nova, I’ve been putting it off. Everyone’s so pissed about it. I need to make a decision.”
“You know what’s gonna happen if you move back.”
Chuito pushed his shorts down on one side, showing Tino the Omertá tattoo running over the curve of his hip. “I’m not getting out now. Might as well ride it to the ground. I think it’s time to bust out of the wastelands.”
“Man, you know there are video cameras facing these cells. Wyatt has the feed in his office.”
Coño.
Chuito forgot, but then, just because his head was hurting and his stomach was churning, he got this crazy idea. He turned and spied the security camera facing the jail cell.
Tino must have had the same thought, because he bounced up from the bench. Chuito followed his lead and got to his feet, even if it made him want to puke on Tino’s shoes.
Then the two of them stood there side by side and jerked their pants down, showing the security camera their bare asses. They burst out laughing when they heard Wyatt shout, “Goddamn it!” from his office in the front of the building.
Life in Garnet for washed-up gangsters was filled with such simple pleasures. Antagonizing the sheriff was one of the highlights.
“I can’t unsee that shit!” Wyatt shouted as he walked down the hall to the holding cells.
Chuito pulled up his pants, but Tino kept his down and moved his hips like a man who spent a lot of time in the clubs when he was younger. He was really getting into it too. With his ass hanging out, he started dancing like Wyatt cared about what he was seeing.
“I think you missed your calling in life,” Wyatt mused sarcastically as he leaned back against the wall and folded his arms over his chest.
“Right?” Tino was still dancing, ass bare as ever. “If there was a ladies’ club here, I’d supplement my income.”
“This is an improvement.” Chuito turned to Wyatt in annoyance. “You locked me up with him when he hada ball.”
