“Unbelievable.”
“Incredibly bad.”
“I’m taking a picture of these fools and sending it to your mother. She won’t believe her eyes. You can deal with them when they finish getting their dicks hard. I’ll be in the car.”
I make my way toward the front of the crowd and stand with folded arms so they can see me. Seven spots me first and as his Cheshire grin quickly turns south, I can see him mouthing the word “fuck”.
Bronx is on the last verse of the song and is still clueless. After he wraps it up and gives a sloppy kiss to the girl on his lap, Seven leans over and whispers something in his ear.
The two big oafs march over to me like two naughty brats about to get a time-out. Some things never change, no matter how old we are.
“Hey, big brother!” Bronx tries smoothing things over with an enthusiastic greeting, as if that’s going to work with me.
“Big brother, my ass. You can’t ditch your security detail and then not pick up the phone when mom calls.”
“Dude, I was getting my dick sucked when she called.”
“All four times?”
“What can I say? The ladies love your brother.”
“And what’s your excuse, Seven?”
“She had a friend.” He smirks.
“That’s real nice,” I say sarcastically.
“Dude, we’re fine. I told Dad we could handle ourselves. I think this threat against the family is just a bunch of bullshit anyway.”
“Why don’t you tell Dad that then. He’s outside in the car waiting to drive y’all back to the dorm.”
Seven looks shook.
“Dad’s here?”
“Yep.”
“Damn!”
“Let’s go, lover boys.”
As we’re walking to the exit, Bronx keeps talking.
“Yo, Knox, you’re not going to believe this shit. The girl that was sucking me off had a beautiful mouth that was the exact shape of Gigi’s and when she started playing with my nuts–"
All I heard was the words: mouth, Gigi, and nuts and I snapped. I turn around and punch my little brother square in the jaw so fast he didn't see it coming.
“Asshole!” They both yell at me in unison as Bronx stands bent over holding his mouth.
“That’ll remind you to keep Gigi’s name out of your mouth when you’re doing dirty shit,” I tell him.
Then I storm out of the restaurant and into the car. When my father sees the expression on my face and Bronx’s bruised mouth of course he asks about it.
“What happened?”
Bronx is still pissed and doesn’t say anything, but Seven speaks for him as usual.
“Bronx said something to piss off Gigi’s bodyguard or should I say boyfriend now?”
