Page 100 of He is Poison
Domenico threw a bag ofice on the Chinese scum’s face and rubbed his hands to get rid of the numbnessin his palms. Silvio slurped on the green smoothie, made to order by Seth, andleaned against the wall. The simple black outfit only made his shape andfeatures appear more striking, providing the perfect background to Silvio’srazor-sharp looks. His black eyes scanned the three stiffs, his attention onlybriefly returning to Seth, who hid behind the semi-closed door.
“It’s good,” Silvio saidbetween one slurp of the smoothie and the next one.
“It’s apples, but alsospinach and celery. I added ginger as well,” Seth peeked into the room, as paleas a guy of his skin tone could get. “I like to experiment with them. It’sinteresting how when you lose the texture of the food, sometimes the tastestands out in a different way. It’s what molecular gastronomy is all about. I’dlike to try that one day.” His voice was all shaky, and he spoke too quickly.Silvio would have undoubtedly picked up on that.
“Good for you. You gonnacome help?” asked Silvio, making Seth’s face fall. He poked the door, bumpingit against Seth.
Domenico turned on hisheel, searching for the brown gaze. Damn it. It was like making a fawn feast onthe carcass of its own mother. He didn’t want to make Seth look even more likea wimp though.
Seth swallowed andwalked into the room on stiff legs. It was nothing like the soft and pliantbody Dom kneaded in the morning. “Yeah, yeah, sure.” He cleared his throat,avoiding everyone’s gazes. Both the living and the dead. “I’ll… maybe I’llstart with that one?” Seth pointed to one of the Chinese, his loud breathingslowly filling the room, only accompanied by another slurp from Silvio.
Domenico sighed. Hedidn’t want for Seth to embarrass himself before a member of a differentFamily. “Actually, maybe we’ll just let him fetch the boxes you brought inwhile we deal with this shit. We don’t need all that many people in here.”
Seth was so shit athiding his attitude that Dom wanted to facepalm. Seth’s lips spread into thefakest smile, and he backed away from the bodies. “Yeah, I’ll do that. Boxes,I’ll get boxes.”
A silly smile tugged onSilvio’s lips. “Get some lube too.”
Seth looked back at thebodies with a blank expression. “What for?”
Dom sighed and gesturedfor the door. “Boxes and lube,” he said, just to get rid of Seth. His presencewasn’t welcome, though he had no idea why Silvio needed the lube.
“But… the bodies…”uttered Seth.
Silvio snapped hisfingers. “I’m not gonna have sex with dead people. It’s for later.”
Seth gave Dom one moreuncertain look as he backed out of the room that stank of death.
Domenico frowned atSilvio and had some more smoothie. It was just as amazing as the one he’d hadearlier. “What do you need lube for? To squeeze the fatty into the box?”
“What is wrong with bothof you?” Silvio looked between them. “It’s for sex later.”
Domenico’s stomachtwisted, and he glanced toward the hunched figure in the gap between the doorand its frame, but he smirked and pushed his free hand into the pocket of hisjeans. “In a stinking room? Is that your thing, Spadaro?”
“I’ll… just get thoseboxes,” muttered Seth and fled from their sight, his steps quicker as soon ashe disappeared.
“Not here, obviously,”Silvio finished his smoothie.
Domenico sighed,squeezing the cup in his hand. Seth took care to choose the right ingredientsfor him, but the mess here wasn’t a good mix for a delicate stomach. He wishedSeth could just give it a rest and go for a walk. Far from Silvio’s dick. “Idon’t think he’s in the mood.”
As if to confirm hiswords, they heard puking from the bathroom, and Silvio sneered. “He doesn’tseem in the mood for anything.” He put away the cup and approached the body ofthe girl like a beautiful hyena on the prowl.
Domenico got rid of hisempty cup. Seth was coping surprisingly well for a civilian. One couldn’texpect a domestic cat to tear apart a street dog. “He had some bad Chinese.”
Silvio poked the foot ofone of the men with a silly grin. “Didtheydeliver it?”
“That would be aterrible pun.” Domenico pulled back his hair and fastened it with an elasticband. It was high time to get the rubber gloves dirty.
“Look, it’s a sale onLouboutins.” Silvio picked up Salieri’s black high heels.
There was a flush fromthe toilet followed by a vigorous sound of tooth brushing.
Domenico pulled on thegloves and fastened them with elastics, so that they wouldn’t roll off. Silviowas one of the few men whom he couldn’t read, and it left him confused. Asattractive as Spadaro was, he would not be someone to keep close. Domenicostill wanted to live. “What?”
“Not like she’s going toneed them.” Silvio pointed to Vera’s corpse and before Dom could even frown,Silvio slipped off his shoes and put on the heels. Dom had to do a double take.They actually fit.
His mind screamed thatit wasn’t right. Women’s high heels didn’t belong on a handsome young manDomenico had fucked just days before. The sheer contrast between the outrageousnessof what was happening before Dom’s very eyes, and what he knew about Silviokept him motionless like a statue. “Are your feet that small?” he eventuallyuttered.
“Not especially. Hey,Seth!” Silvio shouted out and did a turn that was uncomfortably close to atwirl before he walked out in the Louboutins. His figure suddenly became tallerand feminine looking. Dom could hardly believe this shit.