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Cisco bit into the burger from the Styrofoam container, mustard and pickle juice dripping down his chin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then shoved a handful of French fries into his mouth.
Berto didn’t say anything at all. He ate his burger in silence, wondering if Tony actually got away and lived. People rarely did. No one who’d ever left Cisco or his father survived. No one except Londyn, and that’s what was eating at Cisco. She’d been the lone survivor, and he hated that.
“Maybe we should go back to the other gym,” said Berto.
“No. I just know this is the fucking one. It’s not far from her apartment, and she would have been coming here,” he said, taking another bite of his burger. He reached for Berto’s hand, gripping it to thank him for his loyalty, but the other man tried to pull free.
He stared at him, knowing what was running through his mind.
“I’m not trying to fuck you, Berto!”
“I didn’t say you were, Cisco.”
“He lied. Tony lied. I didn’t fuck my father,” said Cisco. Berto looked at him, afraid to tell him that he’d just divulged more than Tony had. Cisco knew it. He knew what he’d done.
“It’s not what you think. My father was lonely after my mother died and so was I. There was nothing wrong with what we were doing.” Berto looked at him, a sudden burst of bravery consuming his body.
“Is that what you tell yourself?” Cisco glared at him. “It’s not right, Cisco, and you know it. I get that you want chicks all the time, and you want to brutally fuck them and beat them. But a dude? Your own father?”
Cisco said nothing for a few moments, just staring out the window. He remembered the first time his father touched him. He was only five or six years old. His mother had died, and he was sad. His father pulled him onto his lap, hugging him and kissing the side of his face. Then he touched him. He touched his penis, and Cisco didn’t know why.
“It’s alright, my son,” he cooed. “This is how a father shows his love.”
It hurt. It hurt a lot when he tugged and pulled on him. So, his father showed him how to tug and pull on his larger penis. At first, he didn’t like it, but as he got older, his penis would get hard, and his father made it feel better.
When he was a teenager, it progressed. They’d sleep in the same bed naked. His father showed him how to have anal sex. It was painful, but it relieved his tension, and he wanted it more and more.
“My father was a good father,” said Cisco quietly. “He knew how to comfort me.”
Berto said nothing, just wiping his hands on the napkins and tossing the container out the window onto the sidewalk.
“There. There she is!”
“Remember,” said Lucia, smiling and throwing in a casual laugh. “We’ll go in together, but you’ll walk out alone at first, then we come out behind you. Don’t let him get you in the car, although I suspect that all those angry men on the top of the warehouses and hiding between the buildings won’t let that happen.”
“I didn’t think I’d be so nervous,” said Londyn.
“I know, hun, but we’ve got you. We girls stick together, and we’re not going to let him touch you.”
Inside the gym, they smiled, seeing Eagle, Hawk, Rory, and Whiskey working out in the ring. On the other side, hitting the bag, were Ethan, Bone, HG, Hoot, and AJ.
“I didn’t know they’d be inside too,” smiled Londyn.
“Honey, they’re everywhere, which is the point.”
Lucia walked past her husband, O’Hara, slapping his ass.
“Nice buns, hot stuff. Tell your wife you’re going to be late tonight,” she grinned. O’Hara shook his head.
“She’s a real maneater, baby. I can’t disappoint my wife.”
“Lucky girl,” smiled Lucia. Londyn laughed.
“I love how open you all are about affection and sex. It’s refreshing and something I wish I would have had when I was younger.”
“I’ve kind of always been that way, but Piper, she really struggled with it. We were best friends, but she didn’t always agree with my lifestyle. I wasn’t a good girl most of the time, Londyn. I thought that treating men the same way they treated women was going to be okay. It wasn’t.
“In the end, O’Hara called me out on my bullshit. He forced me to admit that I’d really not done anything except had vanilla sex and one-night stands. Lord, the things that man has taught me in the bedroom would make a two-dollar hooker blush.”
