Huh.
“Fine. You’re sucking my dick, and then I’m fucking you.”
“Good. I’ve got more lube in my wallet.”
“Did I ever tell you that you’re my favorite slut?”
“Aww, Mickey.” Roger kissed him sweetly. “You really do care!”
Arm in arm, they joined the gang in the limo. Jules was driving his El Camino and had already left with Crybaby. Everyone else was now crowded in the back of the limo, and Valdemar had just popped open a bottle of champagne.
“A toast! A toast! We need a toast!” Valdemar exclaimed, pouring glasses and passing them around. He was a bit heavy-handed and had to open another bottle to ensure everyone got one.
Thirdsies was already drinking his.
“Not yet, boy!” Valdemar hissed. “Wait for everyone else!”
“Is he even old enough to drink?” Pym asked shyly, adjusting his glasses.
“Are you old enough to fuck off?” Thirdsies countered.
“Old enough to kick your skinny ass!”
“Both of you, play nice.” Cold tried to hide a smile. “Valdemar, perhaps pour a little faster.”
Once everyone had a glass in their hand, they were raised in a toast.
“To the Gentlemen,” Cold announced as their glasses clinked together. “To our victory and our triumph.”
“The city is yours, Boss,” Mickey said proudly.
“No,” Cold purred in delight. “It isours.”
“What’s next?”
“Now, my dear Gentlemen,” Cold said, pursing his lips as he sipped his champagne, “we fight to keep it.”
Chapter 25
The next few days were busy, but everything Cold had promised was delivered. He’d done it. The city was theirs, and the spoils of their victory were rich.
Mickey got a new condo with its own private garage to park the Nova, and he was finally able to lay his grandfather to rest. The funeral service was small, only the Gentlemen in attendance, but Roger stayed with him until the last speck of dirt covered the grave.
He also buried Duncan, and Roger came for that one too.
Mickey didn’t mind that no one else did.
Thanks to Detective Carville and Robert York, any and all cases involving the Gentlemen met dead ends and went cold. The murders, the fire, and the rest of the chaos was blamed solely on the Luchesi family, who remained across the state hiding in Perry City.
Cold kept the renovations going for La Belle, restored the drug and gun trade under his strict supervision, and the money flowed. He moved himself and Rowena into a lush uptown estate with a pool for Princess Snaggletooth. Mickey had heard Alistair had given control of his remaining properties in the city over to Cold, but he couldn’t be sure.
Cold refused to even speak Alistair’s name.
When Crybaby’s recovery stalled and she said she was going to work for Alistair in Moultrie, Cold said nothing about him. He understood the concerns for her health and wished her well, telling her that she would be welcome back in Strassen Springs anytime.
She was and forever would be a Gentleman.
Roger took Crybaby leaving quite hard, and he threatened her multiple times to keep in touch or he would send Mickey after her.
