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you.”
You’re not much of a talker, are you?
Franco pressed his lips together, thought of the officer who’d tried to “get to know him,” tried to seduce him into talking, to share real intimacy on top of the sex. Even he hadn’t managed. There was nothing more to take, nothing more to give after the sex. “There’s nothing to know. I was born second of three, and when Silvio left, I left too and joined the Legion. I was released and found him.”
“Why did you become a sniper?”
Franco chuckled, but felt no mirth. “I was suitable for it. I don’t mind being on my own, and I have perfect eyesight. The personality fits, too. I don’t mind shooting a man I’ve watched for hours or days.”
Get to know him, watch him take a shit, light a cigarette or watch the night sky, wondering about his own insignificance in an unfeeling cosmos. And then make him insignificant.
Marino nodded as if he understood. “Anything you need to know about me? As we’re about to trust each other?”
We’re not. Franco shrugged and stared at the wine. “Not my place.”
“Try me.” Marino watched him closely, open and friendly, his “trust me” face one of the best Franco had ever seen.
“What are your intentions for my brother?”
“Ah.” Marino exhaled, a long sigh of released tension. “I’m about to take him into my inner circle. I trust him. I’m fascinated by him.
More than is probably healthy.” Marino chuckled ruefully. “I’m still coming to terms with it myself. Do you disapprove?”
Franco watched Marino’s face, but he didn’t spot anything crooked there. Which was ridiculous. As a wiseguy, Marino was as crooked as they came. All this here, the wine, the nice suits, the even nicer house and the hectares and hectares of park around it, paid for with dirty money.
“Silvio’s searching for something. He always has been,” Franco murmured under his breath. “Something I could never give him.”
“What is that?” Marino leaned forward.
“A place to be himself. Somebody who accepts him as he is, darkness and al .” Franco emptied his wineglass. “Somebody who holds him and anchors him. I don’t think anybody but Toppolino has ever given him that.”
“Who’s Toppolino?”
“His dog. Stupid golden retriever, as loyal as it was dumb. Got himself run over by a car when Silvio was twelve. No, thirteen.”
Marino chuckled. “I can try, can’t I?”
“Do you want to?” Franco smirked. “Really?”
Marino’s face grew serious again. “I’m more in doubt of my ability than my desire, yes.”
Desire. He made it sound so simple. Maybe Marino had that kind of strength, maybe he was the right kind of man to replace a brother for things that a brother shouldn’t do. Maybe he’d even be good for Silvio. Work in progress.
“Sounds like Silvio could hook up with a worse man.”
Marino spread his fingers in an apologetic gesture. “I reward loyalty with loyalty. Silvio has been nothing but loyal to me.”
Back to talking business. Seemed Franco wasn’t the only guy in the room not good at sharing feelings or deep thoughts. “If you have that, you have somebody willing to die for you.”
Marino nodded. “I want him to live for me.”
Maybe he wouldn’t abuse the privilege. Maybe Marino was a lot better than Franco gave him credit for. Or not. The odd current was still there. Attraction. Desire. Purely physical, the buzz of pheromones and the illusion of seeing something in the other that usually didn’t outlast orgasm.
Franco glanced at his watch. “I better go check on him. Thanks for the meal and the wine.”
“You’re most definitely welcome.” Marino’s smile ran over him like warm water. You’re not attracted to me, Marino. You’re seeing Silvio in me. Which was a damn shame, really, but even a one-night stand was a bad idea with a wiseguy. Boss of wiseguys. He’d be better off fucking around with a superior in the Legion. That way, he’d only risk his career
You’re not much of a talker, are you?
Franco pressed his lips together, thought of the officer who’d tried to “get to know him,” tried to seduce him into talking, to share real intimacy on top of the sex. Even he hadn’t managed. There was nothing more to take, nothing more to give after the sex. “There’s nothing to know. I was born second of three, and when Silvio left, I left too and joined the Legion. I was released and found him.”
“Why did you become a sniper?”
Franco chuckled, but felt no mirth. “I was suitable for it. I don’t mind being on my own, and I have perfect eyesight. The personality fits, too. I don’t mind shooting a man I’ve watched for hours or days.”
Get to know him, watch him take a shit, light a cigarette or watch the night sky, wondering about his own insignificance in an unfeeling cosmos. And then make him insignificant.
Marino nodded as if he understood. “Anything you need to know about me? As we’re about to trust each other?”
We’re not. Franco shrugged and stared at the wine. “Not my place.”
“Try me.” Marino watched him closely, open and friendly, his “trust me” face one of the best Franco had ever seen.
“What are your intentions for my brother?”
“Ah.” Marino exhaled, a long sigh of released tension. “I’m about to take him into my inner circle. I trust him. I’m fascinated by him.
More than is probably healthy.” Marino chuckled ruefully. “I’m still coming to terms with it myself. Do you disapprove?”
Franco watched Marino’s face, but he didn’t spot anything crooked there. Which was ridiculous. As a wiseguy, Marino was as crooked as they came. All this here, the wine, the nice suits, the even nicer house and the hectares and hectares of park around it, paid for with dirty money.
“Silvio’s searching for something. He always has been,” Franco murmured under his breath. “Something I could never give him.”
“What is that?” Marino leaned forward.
“A place to be himself. Somebody who accepts him as he is, darkness and al .” Franco emptied his wineglass. “Somebody who holds him and anchors him. I don’t think anybody but Toppolino has ever given him that.”
“Who’s Toppolino?”
“His dog. Stupid golden retriever, as loyal as it was dumb. Got himself run over by a car when Silvio was twelve. No, thirteen.”
Marino chuckled. “I can try, can’t I?”
“Do you want to?” Franco smirked. “Really?”
Marino’s face grew serious again. “I’m more in doubt of my ability than my desire, yes.”
Desire. He made it sound so simple. Maybe Marino had that kind of strength, maybe he was the right kind of man to replace a brother for things that a brother shouldn’t do. Maybe he’d even be good for Silvio. Work in progress.
“Sounds like Silvio could hook up with a worse man.”
Marino spread his fingers in an apologetic gesture. “I reward loyalty with loyalty. Silvio has been nothing but loyal to me.”
Back to talking business. Seemed Franco wasn’t the only guy in the room not good at sharing feelings or deep thoughts. “If you have that, you have somebody willing to die for you.”
Marino nodded. “I want him to live for me.”
Maybe he wouldn’t abuse the privilege. Maybe Marino was a lot better than Franco gave him credit for. Or not. The odd current was still there. Attraction. Desire. Purely physical, the buzz of pheromones and the illusion of seeing something in the other that usually didn’t outlast orgasm.
Franco glanced at his watch. “I better go check on him. Thanks for the meal and the wine.”
“You’re most definitely welcome.” Marino’s smile ran over him like warm water. You’re not attracted to me, Marino. You’re seeing Silvio in me. Which was a damn shame, really, but even a one-night stand was a bad idea with a wiseguy. Boss of wiseguys. He’d be better off fucking around with a superior in the Legion. That way, he’d only risk his career
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