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“Bed her. Put a baby in her belly.” My father commands.
Did Gwen tell her father we didn’t consummate the marriage?Great!
“Sir, we will have kids in a few years.”
“Gwen reminds me so much of your mother. I have a lot of regrets in my life but, I will never regret marrying her. I do regret not being honest with her. It is dreadful what I put your mother through.“
A cocktail waitress sets a dirty martini on the glass table without even asking me.
“What are you talking about?”
“I was too machismo to tell her my feelings. I believed telling a woman your feelings meant that you were weak. Now the opposite is true. Strong men talk about their feelings. Weak men do not. I should have told your mother; I was in love with her. I should have told her every day of her life. Her cancer was my fault. All my affairs – ate away her insides and turned into cancer. In my day, wives were not expected to fulfill their husbands’ needs. Blow jobs, and other things were taboo. So, men went to whores to fulfill their baser needs. Your mother was a loving woman. I should have given her a chance to please me in the bedroom. I did not. I should never have cheated on her. Bobby, don’t make the same mistakes with Gwen that I did with your mother.”
“I really don’t want to talk about this.”
I don’t want to talk about my parent’s sex life or my own with my father. I down my martini.
“Bobby, I know you have feelings for Gwen. I can see it in your eyes. I also sense that she has fallen in love with you. That is why she is clinging to you – she needs you to open your heart - tell her how you feel.”
I care about her because she is my wife. That is, it. I do not have feelings for her.Do I?
“I don’t think I am the kind of man she needs.”
“You are. Teach her what you like in bed. Let her please you. Do not go to whores. Sex is so much better when you are in love with the woman.”
“I don’t know.”
“Son, let Gwen into your heart and she will come to your bed willingly.”
“Thanks.”
Great! Sex advice from my father.
“I need to find Paul Jr.”
I stand up from the table. I walk through the door to the back of the club.
I find Paul Jr. in the manager’s office beating the shit out of Dominick.What the fuck?
Miranda, a call girl/stripper, wearing a shiny gold string bikini, is trying to pull Paul Jr. off of Dominick. I have enough problems with the Antonovich brothers. I don’t need whatever the fuck this is!
Paul Jr. is pounding his fists into Dominic’s face. Dominick is flat on his back on the floor trying to block the blows with his hands. Dominick’s nose is bleeding. The office is a disaster. Papers all over the floor. Chairs tipped over.
I pull Paul Jr. off Dominick. Paul Jr. has a vicious look on his face. Paul Jr. has a ferocious temper. He punches first and thinks last. I have a feeling this spat has something to do with Miranda. Paul Jr. has had a thing for Miranda for years. She is one of our top call girls/strippers. Beautiful red hair – all over. Great body. Tall. Sexy. Great dancer. Customers love her. Face of an angel. Heart of gold. Sweet. Great in bed – so I have heard. I think Paul Jr. would have married her if he weren’t a capo’s son and had had to marry Gia. Paul Jr. has never gotten Miranda out of his system. He still fucks her. He is always at the club whenever she dances.
Paul Jr. struggles in my arms. Dominick sits up.
“Fuck, Paul you broke my fucking nose!”
“Does somebody want to tell me what is going on?” I yell.
Paul quits struggling when Miranda comes over and grabs his face. He pulls free of my hold and hugs her.
“Miranda. Get Dominick an ice pack for his nose.”
I hear Paul Jr. murmur to Miranda that he is okay. His knuckles are swollen and bloody. His expensive suit is torn and bloody. He is a fucking mess.
“So? Speak!” I glare at Paul Jr.
