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He’d rather toss me out in the winter in the snow without a dime to my name than give me a helping hand. How many men could come back from that. I had no luck and no money, therefore I knew where I’d wind up. But my mother said I was smart and you always believed the positive shit about yourself, even if it wasn’t close to the truth because she was your mother and she wouldn’t lie to you, or would she? Maybe she lied to be kind, but if it wasn’t true, then it was the cruelest thing she could have done to me.
I believed her that I could do anything, and that was why I thought I could make this happen.
I stumbled around the corner out of breath because city blocks weren’t the norm in all towns or cities for that matter. When I stood on the outside, I glanced up at the discreet sign. Taking a deep breath I strolled in to discover the bar was all but empty. There appeared to be only a few guys in the bar when one looked up and placed his hand on his side, as if he was going to pull something from the inside of his coat.
I should have turned tail and run, but I didn’t.
Chapter 13
Romeo
“Relax, Dante, he’s just a kid,” the older of the two men said, and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. The serious dude glanced down at the firm hand clutching his shoulder. The one who spoken had to be the boss, and Dante must have been a bodyguard or something, and there appeared to be some sort of relationship between them. It seemed closer than an employee-employer relationship.
When they focused on each other and not me they glared at each other. I thought I saw a spark of a relationship that was natural. But what the fuck was natural between men who carried guns and had been ready to do harm to anyone who crossed their paths without permission.
I didn’t have enough experience with men like that to make an educated guess as to what it could be. Maybe brothers, but aside from their dark hair, there wasn’t anything similar.
The bodyguard named Dante had dark curly hair, but he had these startling brown eyes, and when they stared at you, you either pissed in your pants, or you fell into his arms, or maybe both. But those eyes were for someone else and not me. I wanted to piss in my pants before the Boss intervened. The Boss was soft spoken, but I picked up on his manner and tone that he could order that cold hard six-foot bodyguard to kill at the wave of his hand, and the way the bodyguard scowled at me, he probably would.
“Look at him, Dante, you’ve frightened him.” That wasn’t the half of it. “Tell me what you want, boy.”
When I stopped shaking and checked my pants in the mirror ahead of me over the bar for a pee stain, I felt comfortable that there wasn’t any. Then I could gather my thoughts and carry on with what I had to do, and that was to get a job before I’d have to pitch a tent in Manhattan as the cold weather was setting in.
“I need a job.” It was simple as that. And as simple as that the Boss hit the counter and began laughing loudly. Then two more guys emerged with their hands on their guns. More bodyguards I supposed.
“What’s going on, Mr. Bonetti? When you laugh like that someone is going to get it or someone is going to get fucked. We just wanted to know who it was and how we can help,” the dude said, giving me the once over as the other strolled in a circle around me.
“He’s your type, young, and looks like he’s never been fucked.”
“Hey, Lorenzo, he’s kind of cute.” Bonetti tapped Lorenzo on the shoulder as he strutted past him to reach me. “Where’d you find him?” Then Lorenzo passed his palm over my hair. I didn’t like anyone touching my hair, and I slapped his hand down.
Huge mistake.
When I slapped his hand, the bodyguard’s face changed, turning a deep red, his jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed, and I went on to make another faux-pas. “What, are you gay?” And he walked up to me and stared me down before issuing me a threatening smile.
“Give me the word, Boss, and I’ll make him disappear, and there’ll be nothing left of him, but his cute little tee shirt, and his cute little ass. I could probably send him to my uncle’s pig farm in Jersey and...” Lorenzo said, trading glances with Dante.
“And shut the fuck up,” Nico finally said, and the dude backed down.
“Look, Nico, why is he here?” the other bodyguard questioned.
The dude named Dante I thought was a bodyguard, stepped in front of me.
“He’s here for a job, if that’s any of your fucking business, Dante,” Nico said, smiling in my direction.
“And what could he possibly do besides let you fuck him, Nico? What are we running here, a home for boys?” Lorenzo said, looking at Nico as if he had an interest in who Nico Bonetti fucked.
At this point no one was going to fuck me. Just like I walked in here, I was walking out.
“Whatever I’m running it’s mine to do with as I please. I created this family out of nothing when they thought they’d rid New York of every mobster and made-man in Manhattan, and you and I knew that wasn’t possible. We were just unemployed for the moment, but I kept you guys on, and gave you a place to go to and some money to take care of your women. So, don’t question me anymore, because we will be minus one boy here, and I have a farm in Jersey that needs fertilizing, if you continue with this shit of third-degree questioning.” The Boss strolled up to Lorenzo and met him eye to eye, and the dude lowered his head.
“Dante, slap him. Slap him hard enough to remind him of his childhood. The kind of childhood he came from where his father beat the crap out of him every day. Only do it with one slap.” The Boss then moved out of the way, and Dante stepped in and gave the smartass dude a hard blow across the face, where I’d swear I heard a bone crack.
“Dante broke my nose. He broke my nose.” And the bodyguard rushed out holding his blood-soaked nose, followed by his friend trying to comfort him. He looked to Nico whom he called Boss, but Nico didn’t say a word, and he too lowered his head at the steely glance.
“I’m the only one who will determine whether he’s employed or not. We’ve wasted enough time with this shit. I have a meeting in the back of the club tonight.” Then he turned to me with this smile on his face. The kind of smile that would terrify anyone, and they would run if they had half a brain, but my brain had turned off, and I was in survival mode.
Nico placed his arm around my shoulder. “Now, tell me, what can I do for you, boy.” Dante stared at me, his eyes perusing my chest and up to my lips. The only thing his eyes didn’t cover was my uninterested dick. Not for Dante, but uninterested and indifferent to Nico. Dante’s face was threatening as his eyes bored through me, and because of that I couldn’t read his expression. I didn’t know whether he wanted me for himself, or he wanted me out of his sight. Perhaps I didn’t have enough experience with men, dangerous men, or anyone for that matter.
