Oh My Gangster
Part Six
Luca
What's wrong with me? Getting mouthy when there was no need for it. I'm a damn fool when it counts and I had sent him away when I didn't want to either, actually, scared him away. That's my problem, always putting my foot in it.
"Eddie," I said to my friend, my very dear friend. We've known each other for almost our whole lives. Funny really. When we met he was a scrawny kid, an illegitimate son but the only son his father had so he's in line for succession of his father's business. We've always been clear with each other, never lied, never had to. "Are we there yet?"
"What's with you? You know this city better than I do and you're asking me if we are there yet?"
"I'm just feeling a little off."
"Off? That kid got to you real bad, huh?"
"You can say that."
"It's not good for business, you know?"
"I know." I do know. Mile's is a street rat trying to climb the ladder and has caused some problems along the way. Nothing that's causing any kind of dent in my family business, but it's causing a ruckus nonetheless. If my father gets wind of it you can guarantee he'd get thrown in the ocean, fed to the sharks. That kid has no idea on how to keep a low profile. But that's what makes him interesting. His backbone, I liked that he fought with me, but I liked it better when he was naked under me.
"You got me, you know that right?"
"I know. I can always trust you."
"By the way, I sorted out the disagreement with Harry."
"Good. I like his bar. But only his bar do you hear me?”
"I know, so here we are." I huffed and let a laugh leave me. "Idiot, behave. Your father will have your neck if you cause any more trouble. Lucky for you that kid caught your attention."
"Have the guy's asked about that?"
"You know them. They will want to know, but won't ask."
"Yeah yeah." We finally made it to the bar and I welcomed the warm air and strong odor of whiskey and cigarettes ...Life's not bad right now, apart from that old bastard Harry, but I promised I'd keep it calm, so this night, with a bottle of Jack on the table and the golden heat of it sliding down my throat, warming my chest felt good. Everything’s glittery, bright and awesome, even if a chick keeps trying to sit in my lap and won’t take a hint when I keep pushing her off.
"Come on, Loui," She whines.
"It's Luca, you tart." I corrected her yet again, and chuckled, because everything’s outrageously funny when you’re three sheets to the wind. "Get off me." She pouts.
"You’re cute ...Take me home?"
"You should be so fucking lucky, now get off!" I pushed her harder this time. She shoots me a murderous look, then flounces off, a bit unsteadily on her stilettos, looking for a new target. Fucking hate women.
"Hey boss! You look irritated."
"Do I?" Feigning innocence I down even more and light another cigarette. Of course they're going to notice when their boss is having a moment of realisation that he's a dumb fuck. "I'm good, don't you worry about me, alright?" They all nod in agreement and carry on with their own conversations. Most married with kids and Eddie with one on the way. My father most days would batter my ear about settling down with a good woman and having kids, if only he knew I couldn't touch a woman in that way, I'd definitely die at his hands. It's almost laughable, I should have (GAY) branded on my forehead because my father is most likely the only one who doesn't know and the ones who do know keep firmly shut. It's not like I've ever really been inconspicuous about my tastes, I've just never clearly announced it. I think Eddie is the only one who knows for certain, I just keep everyone else guessing.
"Hey boss! Here comes the kid." Shouts one of the guys. I took a quick glance over my shoulder and saw the very problem to my constant racing heart standing with Harry and Kyle. I swallowed hard and turned away grabbing the bottle of whiskey. That's about right, seeing him here, now.
"Hey," Whispered Eddie and tapped my arm. "What do you want to do? Kyle looks like he's gearing for an argument."
"Nothing, just leave it."
"Alright, but that kid keeps glancing this way."
"Eddie, just leave it. I'm busy drinking."
"Alright." He said, getting back to his game of cards. As much as I hate Harry, his bar has become my only haven from gang life. A place I can worry less, now Miles is here with Kyle of all people. I don't hate the guy, but I don't like him much either. It was only a few years back he and my father had an altercation over a business deal with a rival, before that they had been good old friends, yet the argument almost got my father murdered and Kyle stepped in and took the bullet instead of my father, even after their own disagreement. So my father owed him and I had to comply with my father's demands. In hindsight I got it, but I didn't have to like it or him. "He's coming this way." Said Eddie, nudging my knee. I braced myself and lit up another cigarette as if I didn't know he was there.
"Evening Luca," His aged voice rang in my ears and I waved my hand. "How's your father, it's been a while?" He asked. I took a deep breath and dropped my cigarette in my empty glass and got up to face him. I gulped when I saw Miles standing almost behind him, using him as some kind of shield.
"He's fine. You should pay him a visit sometime. He seems to have a bit of free time, maybe golf."
"Sure, I guess I will." I felt like I was standing between a rock and a hard place. My guys boring holes in the back of my head with their eyes and Miles and Kyle boring holes in my face. I felt my own heat burning me up from the inside out. I didn't want to be here anymore. I felt stupid and weak. I hated feeling stupid, but that I could get over but feeling weak hit my pride as a boss and a man. It's sickening.
"I'm gonna go," I said, turning to Eddie. "I will call you in the morning." I faced Kyle again, he smiled at me like the world was rosey and problem free. Miles on the other hand was beet red and picking at his damn thumb again like an appetizer. "Call my father, anytime. I'm off, see ya." And I brushed past him and left out the door. I took in a lungful of air and tried to pull back at least some of my composure. "Fucking bullshit." I grumbled and pulled a cigarette from my packet. "I need more smokes."
"Luca…" I turn to see Miles, on his own.
"I...left my phone at yours." He was blushing.
"Right?"
"I did."
"And?" He looked like he was about to cry. This tough street kid, ready to burst into tears. Where's his gang leader attitude? That feisty kid from before, where is he?
"Don't fucking and me, I need it asshole."
There he is, the fight. "Fine," I said, leaning into him. "You want it, come and get it." He hitched on a hiccup. Cute, so fucking cute.
"No...nope, you can bring it to Kyle's…." He stopped mid sentence when my fingers pulled gently at a piece of wayward hair.
"No, you can come to mine. I owe you an apology."
"Sure you do." He full on flushed again and started on his damn thumb again. Fucking annoying.
"Hey," I grabbed the hand he was using as an appetizer. "Stop chewing your damn fingers and just come back to mine."
"You're playing a dangerous game, Luca."
"I know, but I can't stop myself when it comes to you."
"I hate you." He whispered.
"You don't and you know it." His eyes lifted to mine, the bar's light reflection made those blue orbs come to life and I could have melted in them but I pulled my mind back from that place where it was just me and him naked, panting, coming the night before. "Come on, please Miles."
"If you beg like that, I have no other choice." Then he huffed the air between us, trying to look bad ass or something.
"I will beg when we get to mine." And with that we left. Again that rushing feeling. I'm definitely going nuts. But it's a nuts I'm starting to really fucking love.
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