Page 13 of He is Poison
“Me? And you?” Sethlooked around, even though he knew there was no help coming.
Domenico pursed his lipsaround the cigarette and looked at him from behind the shades. “Yes, us.”
“Great, just great.”Seth took a drag from his cigarette. “The fuck we’re gonna do in Berlin? Somekinky shit?”
“I see you’ve beenthere,” chuckled Domenico, leaning back with a smile of reddened lips. “Why.You up for that?”
“No. But I can imagineit’s an idea that comes to your depraved mind. And yes, I’ve been to Berlinonce.”
“We’re going to have funthen.” Domenico raised his brows with a smile and extinguished the cigarette onthe side of the old gravestone.
“You will. You can goout and do your gay shit. I will relax. I need it.” Seth threw away his cig aswell.
“There’s a problem withthat. I’m supposed to be teaching you, so while I’m out, you will be working.”
“Good. Whatever. Atleast I won’t have to look at your stupid face,” Seth snarled.
“I’m happy that you’rehappy.” Domenico got to his feet with a nasty grin. “Now move.”
“Don’t tell me what todo!”
Domenico looked at himover his shoulder with a slight frown. “It seems I have to if you’re not movingon your own.”
“Why are we really goingto Berlin?” Seth mumbled and followed him even though he didn’t want to.
“There are a few thingsthat need taking care of.”
Seth’s throat tightenedwhen Domenico retrieved a large gun from underneath his suit jacket. He lookedinto the barrel as if he were checking his laundry basket.
Seth’s eyes went wide,and he ripped out his own gun from his pocket to put on the safety. It was onlywhen he glanced up, and his eyes met Domenico’s amused gaze that Sethunderstood he could have shot his own leg. Or worse.
His body bristled inanticipation of a mean comment, but Domenico didn’t say anything, insteadpicking up his pace as they approached the parking lot.
As if his day couldn’tget any worse, the guy Dom had fucked was their driver. He sat in the frontseat with his head hung low, and even from outside, the frantic trembling ofhis legs was hard to miss. Seth shook his head. It should have been Domenicowho was ashamed, though the other guy deserved the embarrassment for puttingout in the church. Seth entered the car with a huff, and Domenico joined himwithout another comment. It was the driver who broke the sudden silence.
“Mr. Villani, I’m—Idon’t know what to say.” His voice shook, and his reddened eyes and pale skinin the rearview mirror were like a slap in the face. “This won’t happen everagain. I’m a good man, I have three children, they need their father.”
A snort from Domenicowas the equivalent of a ‘fuck you’. “It’s the risk we all take, don’t be such awoman.”
Seth couldn’t havefrowned any more if he wanted to avoid looking like a dried prune. “You,”—helooked at Domenico—“shut the fuck up. You,”—he looked at the driver—“never doit again.”
He was repulsed that hehad to pretend to be homophobic. Melting into the seat seemed like a good idearight now.
“Are you really makingsexual choices for him now?” Domenico grinned just as the car started with anunpleasant bump. It seemed the driver was so nervous that he couldn’t even dealwith transmission properly.
Seth looked him straightin the eye. “He’s obviously making bad ones.”
“I assume you meanputting out for me?”
“Yes, that’s exactlywhat I mean,” Seth hissed and crossed his arms. “Youare a bad choice.”
Domenico grinned. “Youheard him, Tony. You can fuck men, just don’t let anyone bust you anymore.”
“Shut the fuck up,”rasped the driver.
“Come on, he won’t tellon you.”
“Oh yeah? Why not?’Cause I’d have to tell on you as well?” Seth scowled. “What makes you think Iwon’t, fag?” All of Seth’s insides cringed at the word, but he still didn’thold back saying it. The small smile on Domenico’s lips though made his bloodturn cold.