Page 27 of He is Poison
Seth’s pupils widened.“You are sick.”
Domenico raised thepaper cup in a mock toast. “No, the Barracuda is. I'd never blow up a Christianreligious ceremony. It would be disrespectful.”
He looked at the poutthat seemed to be permanently glued to those fine lips and couldn’t help butsmile in satisfaction. It was high time someone showed Seth Villani where hisplace was and taught him some respect. It made Domenico sick to his stomach tosee someone so privileged living such an easy life when everyone else had toget their hands dirty for the Family to keep the books open for them.
Seth cleaned off hisface with a napkin and his head turned when a handsome businessman walked pastthem. Domenico imagined the silence was some kind of protest from Seth becausethat sort of behavior would fit a big baby like him.
The businessman turnedhis head as well, and Seth smiled at him, but Domenico wouldn’t let the flirtgo on and called after the guy in German. It didn’t take much for the strangerto turn his head back and run like a pig from marking.
“Hey, what did you sayto him?” Seth frowned, his smile gone.
“I told him to get lost,or I’ll fuck him up.” Domenico grinned. “Don’t interact, we’re out observing.”
“There’s nothing to see.It’s boring,” Seth complained as if this was supposed to be entertainment.
“I don’t care, you’rehere to learn.” Domenico poked the back of Seth’s head. “Tell me, was thereanything you could know about that guy just from looking at him?”
“Yeah, he looked like hewas packing.” Seth slid away a few inches.
“How do you know that?”asked Domenico with a serious expression. He wouldn’t let the little shit makehim lose his cool.
Seth pursed his lips fora moment, as if he had to give it some thought. “I think I saw the outline inhis trouser leg.”
“Don’t bullshit me.Don’t fantasize and focus.” Domenico spat out his cigarette. “What else?”
“I don’t know. Nicehands.”
“Okay, what does thattell you?”
“That they’d be nice tothe touch. Not like yours, they’re all weird.”
“Weird?” Domenicofrowned and let his gaze glide down to his hands around the cup. There wasnothing fucking wrong with them, well-manicured and slim.
Seth took off hissunglasses and pointed to Dom’s fingers. “Yeah, your fingertips are weird.Uneven.”
Domenico snorted andshook his head. He might as well show the little fucker who he was dealingwith. “They are, yes. I changed my fingerprints.”
Seth’s frown waspriceless, it warmed Domenico’s chest. “Who does that! That’s freaky.”
“Shit happens. Atseventeen, I blew a job and left my fingerprints all over the place.” Heshrugged and slowly turned one of his hands, showing it to Seth. “My mentortold me what to do, but I had to do it myself. Chemicals, razor, and pain foran entire month. It was worth it.”
Seth reached out like hewanted to trace the palm with his finger but pulled back. “That’s horrible. Iwon’t have to do this, right?” He wrinkled his nose and shifted in place.
“Not if you listen tome.” Domenico crooked his head, looking into Seth’s tense face. “Because ithurt so bad I had fucking tears in my eyes.”
“And that means a lotbecause you’re made out of rock,” mocked Seth.
“Exactly. So be good,listen and learn, so that I can keep you from getting killed. Now tell me, whatdo you think does it mean that he had nice hands?”
Seth moaned and lookedat one of the taller buildings. “That he takes pride in his appearance?”
“No, think, Seth.”Domenico took a sip from his cup. “If he did physical labor, do you think hishands would be his prime feature?”
“He was in a suit. Ofcourse he doesn’t do physical labor. Unless he’s an undercover cop, justpretending he’s a businessman. You can’t just assume things.”
“You need to.Good-looking hands mean a job that doesn’t require ruining them. You noticedthe suit, what can you tell me about that?”
“It was hot on him so…he works somewhere where he can fuck his coworkers?” Seth grinned.