A Day's Gamble
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
14,141
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 3
3.
I grab my stuff and go. I need to cool off. Truthfully, I ‘m more scared than angry at this point. Mrs. Vee stands in her door, picking up her cat. Her rollers standing at weird and totally acceptable angles for an old lady. “Tell Nicolo, I’ll gladly take the babies when he’s ready.”
“I’ll tell him.” A lie. There’s no way he will talk to me if I actually manage to see him.
Nicolo doesn’t need me to remind him of anything. Down the hall and out the door, I see Dickey and Ray-Ray sitting on the steps.
“ ‘Sup, man.”
I nodded, pounded their fists. “Sup.”
It’s too damn cold to just sit out here. Not enough to look at to give Nicolo any reason to bitch at me some more. Gesturing with my head down the block, I begin to walk. “Gotta go to the store.”
They understand. “Yeah, man. We gotta roll anyway.” Ray-ray slides off the stoop. He nods at me. “We’ll see you around later…Gotta take care of some business.”
Garcia has his music going. Giving the neighborhood an education as he will say. He can’t be prouder as the sounds of the Queen of Salsa pourout the door and from above in his apartment. Garcia’s ringing up a lady and her kids when I walk in.
He finds me in the stockroom. Yeah, he’s amused to see me. “The world must be ending, because you’re early.”
I shrug. “Yeah, better pull out your umbrella…”
It’s easier to work than think. Just move boxes and stack stuff rather than think about Nicolo and his ultimatum. To know that he’s right. I toss a bag of potatoes on the display crates.
“No one will buy those if they are all bruised.” That’s his way of telling me to cut it out. ‘Don’t take your anger out on the produce.’
“Mijo--” He treats me like a son. “You fight with Nicolo?”
Nicolo is the only person that can make me act like this…lose my cool. It’s because I love him.
“Of course.”
Garcia pats my shoulder. The weight of his fat old man is a comfort. He smiles. “I don’t doubt things will be okay. Just know that whatever it is your fault.” He laughs, deep and hoarse, wheezing as his chuckles slack up.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s what he said too.”
Garcia shakes his head. “How are my twins?”
“Little Man and Princess are good.” Already my kids are cool. The princess and the prince of my heart. They’re the most precious thing I’ve ever had: Edwin Marcelo Murphy and Elisa Yahritza Murphy. If Nicolo is my soul, they are my heart.
This is flying right, soaring through the clouds, leaving it all behind.
I’ll have to tell them about it.
TBC
I grab my stuff and go. I need to cool off. Truthfully, I ‘m more scared than angry at this point. Mrs. Vee stands in her door, picking up her cat. Her rollers standing at weird and totally acceptable angles for an old lady. “Tell Nicolo, I’ll gladly take the babies when he’s ready.”
“I’ll tell him.” A lie. There’s no way he will talk to me if I actually manage to see him.
Nicolo doesn’t need me to remind him of anything. Down the hall and out the door, I see Dickey and Ray-Ray sitting on the steps.
“ ‘Sup, man.”
I nodded, pounded their fists. “Sup.”
It’s too damn cold to just sit out here. Not enough to look at to give Nicolo any reason to bitch at me some more. Gesturing with my head down the block, I begin to walk. “Gotta go to the store.”
They understand. “Yeah, man. We gotta roll anyway.” Ray-ray slides off the stoop. He nods at me. “We’ll see you around later…Gotta take care of some business.”
Garcia has his music going. Giving the neighborhood an education as he will say. He can’t be prouder as the sounds of the Queen of Salsa pourout the door and from above in his apartment. Garcia’s ringing up a lady and her kids when I walk in.
He finds me in the stockroom. Yeah, he’s amused to see me. “The world must be ending, because you’re early.”
I shrug. “Yeah, better pull out your umbrella…”
It’s easier to work than think. Just move boxes and stack stuff rather than think about Nicolo and his ultimatum. To know that he’s right. I toss a bag of potatoes on the display crates.
“No one will buy those if they are all bruised.” That’s his way of telling me to cut it out. ‘Don’t take your anger out on the produce.’
“Mijo--” He treats me like a son. “You fight with Nicolo?”
Nicolo is the only person that can make me act like this…lose my cool. It’s because I love him.
“Of course.”
Garcia pats my shoulder. The weight of his fat old man is a comfort. He smiles. “I don’t doubt things will be okay. Just know that whatever it is your fault.” He laughs, deep and hoarse, wheezing as his chuckles slack up.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s what he said too.”
Garcia shakes his head. “How are my twins?”
“Little Man and Princess are good.” Already my kids are cool. The princess and the prince of my heart. They’re the most precious thing I’ve ever had: Edwin Marcelo Murphy and Elisa Yahritza Murphy. If Nicolo is my soul, they are my heart.
This is flying right, soaring through the clouds, leaving it all behind.
I’ll have to tell them about it.
TBC