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“Put the tray on the table, I'm getting up.”
Any amusement Knox found in my naked tea collecting is repaid ten times over as he tries to sit up. I shouldn't laugh at his pain, but maybe if his facial expressions were slightly less amusing, I'd stand some chance. As soon as I place the tray on the table, I go to help him. He can stand, but putting underpants on is too hard.
“I'd help you, but I'd rather you join me as you are.” I sit naked at the table and start pouring the milk from the cow shaped jug.
Knox throws the pants over his shoulder and joins me in the buff.
“Well, you survived my parents, and a murder session. If that isn't commitment, I don't know what is.” Knox sits back in the chair, his meaty cock just hidden under the table.
“You let Annie go, despite knowing what your dad could do. I meant it when I said I was yours,” I reply, lifting my hips up so he can enjoy the same sexy view.
“I meant it when I offered the dance studio. When I can walk better, I'll take you to see any potential places.”
“Thanks.” I never doubted him at all, he always made the offer with such sincerity.
“Can you do one more thing for me, please.” I'm asking so much and giving so little in return, but I'm hoping fixing his relationship with his father and giving him closure on his sister, will earn me this one thing. “Can you make sure Nico knows the truth about his mum.”
“I have no idea what he thinks happened to her.” Knox bites on his lip as he gives it some thought, for the first time in his life. Nico had no idea what happened beyond the fact she was dead. Something he had to process alone in a foreign country. “I should have thought of that a long time ago. I'm sorry you needed to be the one to bring attention to it.”
“I should have made the changes in my life, but it took you bringing it to my attention before I did anything about it.”
“Why don't you ring down to Gladys for breakfast. Tell her to use the dumb waiter.”
“Good idea,” I grin, heading over to the phone to beg for breakfast to be blueberry muffins.
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Porterheadstothephone and calls down to Gladys. He has about as much tact as a daisy, stating he wants blueberry muffins and that he's still naked. No mention of the dumb waiter, making his comment on clothing a little odd. 'Bring me muffins, I have my dick out,' is morning manners for my boy.
I only ever think about Nico when I see him. I'm a busy man, and a lot of people to manage, most of whom I only think about when I see them. Porter will be pleased to know I don't have a reason to see my chief torturers very often. I'm not the torturing kind of mob boss.
“Hey, Caeo. I know it's early.” I can't take my eyes off Porter's curvy butt as he lies across the bed.
“No problem, boss. Is everything OK?” Caeo greets me with his cheerful voice.
“Everything is fine.”
“Sure? No bleeding, no dead stripper?”
“He's not a stripper. Or dead.” I have to chuckle at my priorities there. “I just need you to check in on Nico some time. Dad didn't kill Carrie, and now I know the truth it's important for Nico to know too.”
“What's brought this on?” Caeo questions. “Do you need me to pop over?”
“I'm fine. But we found the guy who killed Carrie yesterday. Please, I'm just asking you to check if Nico knows the truth.”
“Knox, he's always known the truth.”
“We still killed his mum's murderer yesterday.”
“Alright, I'll stop in on the way over. I assume you're too stubborn to take the day off, so we'll be working from your place.”
“Actually, I don't think one day of recuperation would hurt, would it?” That bubble butt is too round and plump for me to even think about leaving him alone here today.
“I think that's a fantastic idea,” Caeo agrees. “I'll look in on Nico and you have a wonderful day.”
“Thank you.”
