Page 43 of He is Poison

“What?” Seth swallowed.

“Too fucking bad, yeah,”snarled Domenico, picking up his wine and downing it in one go.

“Well, how the hell do Iknow? You seem to be... at ease with your life!”

They fell silent whenthe waitress entered to leave them the food and drinks, only to continue whenshe left.

“Iamat easewith my life.” Domenico frowned, locking his eyes on the lemon tart, now moreinviting than ever, so he picked up the dessert fork and dug in. “But thatdoesn’t mean it wouldn’t be nice to have a choice.”

“Oh boo hoo. At least youhave something you’re good at.” Seth rolled his eyes.

Fucking brat.“Yeah, like tearing out someone’s fingernails.” Domenicoshook his head. “Do you even listen to yourself?”

Seth went silent andslouched over his Bloody Mary. Domenico noticed he curled his fingers intofists and pulled them closer to his body.

Domenico shoved a hugebite of the tart in his mouth, chewing it without much pleasure. Seth hadspoiled his dessert.

And it was getting evenworse, with Seth sitting there in silence like a frightened rabbit, sipping hisdrink, one hand still hidden under the table. And this was the future Don?Laughable! With Vincente being reckless enough for the current Don to evenconsider making Seth his heir, Domenico was the perfect option. He was calm, intelligent,and good at the job. But he wasn’t even taken into account. Because he wasn’tborn to the woman the Don had married. How was that fair?

“And you?” He sighed,playing with the crumbling tart on his plate. “What would you do?”

“I don’t know. I’m notgood at much.” It sounded more like ‘I don’t want to talk to you’. Domenicodidn’t want to give him the courtesy.

“Cooking,” offeredDomenico, so as not to suggest prostitution as a valid career option forsomeone with an ass like Seth.

“Yeah, I like cooking,”he muttered, looking like a house of cards on the verge of collapsing.

Domenico bit his lip.“Did you try asking your father to change his decision? Maybe it would work?”

“Whatever. It doesn’tmatter. We’re both stuck, okay? You wanna show me some Berlin clubs orsomething?” Seth downed his drink, eyes focused on the tablecloth.

Domenico smiled,relaxing a bit. “What kind of clubs?”

“You know what kind ofclubs.”

“I know you want a gayclub, but what kind of gay club do you want?” Domenico was amused. The kid hadlived in New York for the last three years, for God’s sake!

“I just wanna go outsomewhere good. You said you’ve been around. Just don’t make it somethingfreaky, and I’m good.”

“Classy? Fun? Sexy?”Domenico finished his cake.

“Sexy.” The idiot wasstill clenching his fists to his body.

Oh no, the legit sonwasn’t screwing anyone on Domenico’s watch.

“Sure,” he said outloud,pulling out his wallet and throwing a one hundred Euro bill on the table.

“And big. Big, sexyclub, with lots of drinks and hot guys.” Seth stood up without even askingabout the bill. Dom didn't mind since it was he who had invited Seth in thefirst place. His mom had taught him to pay for his dates.

“There’s one fifteenminutes from here.” Domenico got up as well and made his way into the corridor.

The club was just asDomenico had described it. Located in a former factory building, it had a hugedancing area, a chill out zone, and a darkroom in the basement. Seth’s eyesdarted toward Domenico who was leaning against the wall with a Coke in hishand, much like the pregnant woman sitting nearby. It was freaky that herefused to order any alcohol in a place like this.

Seth on the other handwas on the best way to being full of alcohol, like a properly madezabaglione, and he couldn’t wait to get there. At least being here meant he didn’t haveto be stuck in the same room with Domenico. He shuddered at the memory of theirconversation in the restaurant. Every time he looked back at that handsomeface, all he could think of was blood. Lots of blood everywhere. And the worstthing was that there was no one in this fucking club who looked better thanthat bastard. Domenico always appeared as if he had stepped out of a fashionmagazine spread, but now, in the navy-colored suit, which justhadto bemade to measure, because that’s how well it fit, he was more than just a feastto the eyes. If he weren't such a prick, Seth would have loved to fuck him intothe mattress, smelling his deliciously smooth hair and caressing the warm flesh.

He smiled mindlessly atthe thought, before realizing it also meant he smiled at Domenico, so he turnedback to the bar and ordered another shot of ‘black bomb’, whatever it was. AndDomenico had chosen the club well. There was a dance floor full of hunks, agood mix of pop, techno, and testosterone in the air. Just like Seth liked it.

“Same for me,” said avelvety voice from Seth’s side, and when he took a look at where it came from,his eyes met a manly face. Handsome, but a bit too squarish for his taste.