09-09-2018, 06:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-09-2018, 01:31 PM by Ivan Sarkozy.)
The ride came. Ivan sat in the back seat, conversation nonexistant. The man was a driver and nothing more. No need to make small talk.
Home. Just take me home.
Part him wanted to cry. The fuck did he expect? I expected crime and corruption from criminals. But to know Brandon's whole system was about greasing wheels...
Fuck. It hurt.
The car stopped. Home...as if it where a place. Home was a pie in the sky. Ma and her food. Pops and the games. His siblings always making noise.
He was at his apartment. He got out. No word to driver.
And Danya is there. His stomach clenches. So beautiful he might die. Yeah fake work up front but who cared. Tattoos on hip, talking about lesbian tongue...Sex made human...
Yeah Ivan had been hooked.
"Why are you here?" He asks.
She arches an eyebrow. He won't play. It's been a long day. He looks at her.
"Talk or not. Do it quickly."
She is angry, mouth a frown
Rage forms in her eyes. "You are a father."
The words made no sense. "What?"
Home. Just take me home.
Part him wanted to cry. The fuck did he expect? I expected crime and corruption from criminals. But to know Brandon's whole system was about greasing wheels...
Fuck. It hurt.
The car stopped. Home...as if it where a place. Home was a pie in the sky. Ma and her food. Pops and the games. His siblings always making noise.
He was at his apartment. He got out. No word to driver.
And Danya is there. His stomach clenches. So beautiful he might die. Yeah fake work up front but who cared. Tattoos on hip, talking about lesbian tongue...Sex made human...
Yeah Ivan had been hooked.
"Why are you here?" He asks.
She arches an eyebrow. He won't play. It's been a long day. He looks at her.
"Talk or not. Do it quickly."
She is angry, mouth a frown
Rage forms in her eyes. "You are a father."
The words made no sense. "What?"