Not as late as I’d like to be.
With a sigh, I accepted my fate and walked across the room. “I was preoccupied.”
Tico’s brow arched. “You never get preoccupied.”
“These were special circumstances.”
I could’ve slapped myself when a smile spread across his face.
“Like girl special circumstances?”
“Do you really want to know about my sex life?”
As I expected he would, Tico thought about it for a second, then shook his head.
“No, I don’t think so.”
I passed him the tray, said, “Good call,” and turned to leave.
“But out of curiosity….”
Goddamnit.
When I paid off the doctor to pronounce him dead, it wasn’t because I wanted someone to hang out with and shoot the breeze. The kid’s family had ties to the cartel, and I was having some trouble finding a mark. I even promised him protection in return for helping me. Had I known that promise would’ve resulted in this—I would’ve shot him.
I could still shoot him…
“Do you even enjoy sex?”
What kind of stupid question was that? “Of course I enjoy it.”
What wasn’t there to enjoy about fucking. It felt good, and I got to make people cry. I suppose there was that one girl. She kept touching me and kissing my neck like we were in love or some shit. Things picked up after I smacked her around. Live and learn. Everyone made mistakes in the beginning. Like the chick I knocked up. My father took care of that problem.
“Of course you like it, but do youenjoyit?”
My brows pulled together as Tico approached the table and sat down. “I don’t understand the difference?”
Was he drunk again? I was damn sure I removed all the alcohol after the last time. He spent four hours throwing up and crying over his friends. I should’ve shot him then.
“How do I explain this?” Tico hummed and lifted the silver lid off his food.
I didn’t know what he had to think about. There was nothing to explain because there was no difference. Though I was curious about the point he was trying to get across. Or the point he thought he had. I’d learned a few things about Tico. He didn’t have the best education, but he was intelligent, and he didn’t like pussy.
I found that out when I brought a girl home for him. The kid was pretty hard up, but he didn’t want her. I still got my money’s worth, even used some of her bones as fertilizer in the garden. Was that what all this was about?
“Do you want me to get you some dick?”
“What?” Tico’s brows knit. “No.”
He may have said no, but he was thinking about it. His eyes looked up while his fork absently shifted through his eggs until he eventually looked back at me.
“Why? Do you know someone?”
Parker would be the ideal candidate, but he would want to bring his wife, which would cause a whole bunch of shit. People would find out Tico was alive, and the Cartel would come looking for him, putting Micha and Logan’s girls in danger. They’d start bitching at me, and it was a cluster fuck I didn’t want to deal with.
There was another option.
“I could call my dad.”
