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her, she didn’t show it.
5
Leo squinted against the bright light shining in through his bedroom window, spitting blonde hair out of his mouth while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He sat up in his bed with a moan, only able to get halfway up.
The blonde on his shoulder stirred and turned, taking the hair that had found its way into his mouth with her as she writhed to the edge of the bed and went back to sleep. The redhead drooling on his stomach moaned when he moved her away, even though he did it with a tender hand. She curled into a ball in the middle of the bed as he climbed out of the rumpled sheets.
The wood floors froze the balls of his feet as he left the room, cursing under his breath when he stumbled into the floor heater in the hallway, jamming his knee. Hissing, he grabbed it in his hand, jumping on one foot into the living room.
A sleepy smile lit his face as he caught sight of his favorite person in the world.
“Good morning, Consuela.” He beamed, still on one foot as he waved to the four-foot-nine, heavyset woman pushing a mop along his living room floors. The strands that had escaped her jet-black bun stuck to the perspiration on her forehead, and her gloved hand fisted the black trash bag that she dragged around behind her. The empty liquor bottles inside sang as she did.
She looked up from the middle of the living room, met Leo’s eyes, and curled her lip. Exploding into a tirade of Spanish, she dropped the trash bag and threw her free hand through the air, her voice rising to ear splitting levels.
Puto, pendejo and bastardo were just a few of the colorful words Consuela loved to throw at Leo, and that morning was no exception.
Leo nodded. “It’s great to see you, too, Consuela. A ray of sunshine, as always.”
“Pinche idiota!”
“My knee? Oh, it’s good. Just smashed it into the floor heater, that’s all.” Leo dropped his knee and limped into the kitchen, swiping an orange up from the fruit bowl on the island. He couldn’t speak Spanish, but he got the gist, and was aware that his maid’s favorite pastime was cussing him out. He’d be damned though, if his home wasn’t spotless every morning. As long as she did her job, she could call him every name in the book.
“Cabron!”
“I’m great, Consuela,” Leo called as her rant floated into the kitchen. “Thank you so much for asking.” With a smirk, he went to work peeling the orange, excited to get the day started.
***
Roman puffed on a cigarette, squinting against the rising sun splashing into the parking garage as he tapped the ash out of the open passenger window of Val’s Audi convertible. His younger brother’s eyes bored into him from the driver side of the parked car, but Roman kept his gaze forward.
“Has anyone besides you and Zo been in this car in the last month?” he asked.
Val breathed in at the sudden sound of Roman’s voice. They’d been sitting in silence for almost half an hour. “Not in the last year,” Val said.
Roman took another drag.
“Rome, will you never look at me the same?”
Roman’s gaze flew to Val, blue eyes narrowing as a billow of smoke escaped his pink lips. “You were just a kid.”
Val leaned against the driver door and shoved his thumb and forefinger into the corners of his eyes.
Roman looked off. “You were afraid. Of course Pop did whatever he could to protect you.”
“Where did you even get that mug shot, Rome? Who gave it to you?”
Roman tossed the bud of his cigarette and promptly lit another, taking a heavy drag before answering, “Angie.”
Val scoffed. “How did I know?”
“She’s constantly running all over the city. God only knows where she got it.”
“Fuck,” Val breathed, looking out of his window.
“Don’t talk about this over the phone, in the office, or at home. If you have to talk about it, do it somewhere out in the open where you can’t be bugged or tapped. I think
5
Leo squinted against the bright light shining in through his bedroom window, spitting blonde hair out of his mouth while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He sat up in his bed with a moan, only able to get halfway up.
The blonde on his shoulder stirred and turned, taking the hair that had found its way into his mouth with her as she writhed to the edge of the bed and went back to sleep. The redhead drooling on his stomach moaned when he moved her away, even though he did it with a tender hand. She curled into a ball in the middle of the bed as he climbed out of the rumpled sheets.
The wood floors froze the balls of his feet as he left the room, cursing under his breath when he stumbled into the floor heater in the hallway, jamming his knee. Hissing, he grabbed it in his hand, jumping on one foot into the living room.
A sleepy smile lit his face as he caught sight of his favorite person in the world.
“Good morning, Consuela.” He beamed, still on one foot as he waved to the four-foot-nine, heavyset woman pushing a mop along his living room floors. The strands that had escaped her jet-black bun stuck to the perspiration on her forehead, and her gloved hand fisted the black trash bag that she dragged around behind her. The empty liquor bottles inside sang as she did.
She looked up from the middle of the living room, met Leo’s eyes, and curled her lip. Exploding into a tirade of Spanish, she dropped the trash bag and threw her free hand through the air, her voice rising to ear splitting levels.
Puto, pendejo and bastardo were just a few of the colorful words Consuela loved to throw at Leo, and that morning was no exception.
Leo nodded. “It’s great to see you, too, Consuela. A ray of sunshine, as always.”
“Pinche idiota!”
“My knee? Oh, it’s good. Just smashed it into the floor heater, that’s all.” Leo dropped his knee and limped into the kitchen, swiping an orange up from the fruit bowl on the island. He couldn’t speak Spanish, but he got the gist, and was aware that his maid’s favorite pastime was cussing him out. He’d be damned though, if his home wasn’t spotless every morning. As long as she did her job, she could call him every name in the book.
“Cabron!”
“I’m great, Consuela,” Leo called as her rant floated into the kitchen. “Thank you so much for asking.” With a smirk, he went to work peeling the orange, excited to get the day started.
***
Roman puffed on a cigarette, squinting against the rising sun splashing into the parking garage as he tapped the ash out of the open passenger window of Val’s Audi convertible. His younger brother’s eyes bored into him from the driver side of the parked car, but Roman kept his gaze forward.
“Has anyone besides you and Zo been in this car in the last month?” he asked.
Val breathed in at the sudden sound of Roman’s voice. They’d been sitting in silence for almost half an hour. “Not in the last year,” Val said.
Roman took another drag.
“Rome, will you never look at me the same?”
Roman’s gaze flew to Val, blue eyes narrowing as a billow of smoke escaped his pink lips. “You were just a kid.”
Val leaned against the driver door and shoved his thumb and forefinger into the corners of his eyes.
Roman looked off. “You were afraid. Of course Pop did whatever he could to protect you.”
“Where did you even get that mug shot, Rome? Who gave it to you?”
Roman tossed the bud of his cigarette and promptly lit another, taking a heavy drag before answering, “Angie.”
Val scoffed. “How did I know?”
“She’s constantly running all over the city. God only knows where she got it.”
“Fuck,” Val breathed, looking out of his window.
“Don’t talk about this over the phone, in the office, or at home. If you have to talk about it, do it somewhere out in the open where you can’t be bugged or tapped. I think
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