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“To the basement.”
“So, that’s what it’s used for,” I bellowed, and grabbed his legs, and turned him around and did the hard lifting.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Dante wheezed out of breath. Finally, we’d managed to drag him to the door, and I opened it.
“Now what? I’m not dragging him down the stairs, and once we get him down there, how are we going to get him back up? Do you plan on burying him in the cellar?”
“Hell, no. I like my cellar, and if I do that we can’t come back here for the summer to fish and make salsa. It relaxes me to grow my tomatoes, and make salsa, and canned fruits and vegetables.”
He’s making plans for me and him to come here. I don’t know how to tell Dante that I don’t want to ever see this place again. There’s a dead person lying on the floor. I couldn’t fuck without seeing that body. No, sir. It wouldn’t be me.
“That was a bad idea. The cellar I mean. We’re going to take him in the car to the boat dock at night, and after we wrap him in some of those black garbage bags, tie him with duct tape, and weigh him down, then we’ll put him in my boat and drop him in the lake.”
“That solves one problem. What about his car?” I questioned.
“The best laid plans of mice and men go astray,” I’d heard someone say.
After gathering a number of garbage bags I thought it convenient that there were rolls and rolls of duct tape, and bricks and large rocks near a garden fence.
“We have to wait until it’s dark before we leave—”
“And you have to get some rest. I don’t want to have to toss two bodies in that lake. And it seems such a waste to dispose of his car too.”
“That goes with him. We can place the body in the trunk of the car, and then drive it into the lake.”
“If he’s in the trunk, if they drain this lake and find the car, they will think it’s a homicide. He has to be in the driver’s seat with his seat belt on.”
Dante stared at me and there was something I saw in his eyes that I couldn’t quite describe. Was he seeing me in a different light? Did he kill Alonzo? What was he hiding from me?
“I like the way you think, baby.” That was hot. And he leaned over the dead body, kissed my lips, and inched his hand down my running pants and cupped my penis as he dropped his tongue down my throat.
When did burying a body become hot? Did I really know this man? Did I know myself?
Chapter 11
Romeo
After we’d disposed of the body, it was almost midnight, and there the darkness loomed over us, and we knew instinctively our relationship had changed. It was pitch black with no moon shining, but we found our way back to the cabin. Dante could retrace his steps in his sleep, he’d said when I panicked because something crossed my sneakers. I’d never run so fast the wrong way, and thanks to Dante he was able to catch up with me and this time held my trembling hand, then led me back to the right path and to the cabin.
We ambled into the cabin exhausted. Dante sat in an oversized comfortable chair after starting a fire. Feeling out of it, and confused about what next, I sat on his lap and curled up, looked up at him and he stared at me.
“What’s going on with you, Rome? You will have to get over things like this because you’re mine now and we’re together no matter what happens.” I didn’t know if I wanted this lifestyle where dead bodies showed up and where there seemed to be people trying to kill me and even my lover and his brother.
“What? I’m feeling... I don’t know what I’m feeling. This is new to me, and I know I need to be close to you.” Dante didn’t say a word, he placed his long arms around me and held me tightly, his fingers digging into my arm. I laid my head on his shoulder and we fell asleep together.
When we woke, his phone was chiming. Reaching for it on the table next to us that held a large lamp, he answered it. I’d already clambered to my feet, stood over him mumbling and waving my hands telling him not to answer it, he didn’t listen.
“Yeah, Nico. What do you want?”
“It’s time.”
“Time for what? If you expect me to kill that boy, then you’re going to be disappointed. We’re in a relationship now.” He’d hit the speaker. I waved to get his attention, but the words came tumbling out of his mouth. “I’m in love with Romeo.” Oh fuck. “There’s nothing you can say or do to make me rid myself of him. It’s over, Nico. I don’t want to live this kind of life anymore.”
“You haven’t given me a chance to speak. You’ve been rambling about me telling you to kill Romeo.” I heard everything over the speaker, especially when Nico lied. “You know I never meant for you to kill him. I said to take care of him. You must have misunderstood me. I get it, you’ve found someone you love and that is hard in our business. I get it that he’s a man. I just wondered how long it would take you to discover you are bisexual. With me I knew I was gay since I was a teen or younger. You know father had...”
“I don’t want to know about father, Nico. This is about us now. I have an opportunity to do something else and live a different life. When father passed this on to us, this had been generations in the making. Times have changed and so have I. Now tell me why you’ve called, Nico.”
“Alonzo has gone missing and... are you talking on a burner phone?” Nico must have realized they were talking too much and someone could be listening. There was no doubt that the authorities could be on to Nico because from what I’d read in the papers this was a generational business.
