Carter/Hollywood
I park my Harley outside Bruno's house, and I sigh.
I’m wearing my new vest, a patch that says ‘Hollywood’ is stewed in white over the black leather.
I thought I had gathered enough courage to face him, but apparently, my damn feet don't want to walk.
Fuck, don't be a pussy!I tell myself.
It feels like I'm going to face my father again.
Determined, I push one foot and then the other while I grab my balls, just checking they're there.
I used my key to open the front door slowly and stick my head out. Bruno is not the only one living in this house anymore, I can’t just jump in.
“Hello?” I wait a few seconds.
Silence.
I ask again, taking a step forward. “Anyone here?”
Oh, nobody is home! You're a lucky boy!
I take a step back, ready to run away like a pussy when Dante shows up at the entrance. None of us know how to behave yet, so we stood there, looking at each other as if we were two aliens from different galaxies.
“Dante,” I say, “is this a bad time? I can come back later.”
He quickly checks my outfit, without wanting to be too obvious and then answers.
“If you are looking for Bruno, he left with Sarah this morning to Ben’s house.”
My cousin is wearing the clothes I selected for him, it's not his style and I notice him uncomfortable. He's so changed, but his eyes, his eyes tell me it's still him. The same eyes that tormented me for so long after his alleged death.
“That's good news, isn't it?”
What the fuck should I tell this man? I can't ask him to catch up, he probably doesn't want to tell me anything from that place and I don't want to hear about it, anyway.
“Yeah, although I think Bruno had grown very fond of him, as we all did.”
“Yeah, I can’t imagine…”
Uncomfortable silence again, damn it!
“So...you were looking for Bruno, right?”
“Yes, I had some things to discuss with him, things that couldn't wait.”
Dante watches my vest again with enquiring eyes.
“There is something that distresses you, perhaps I can help?”
Well...shit, old sharp-eyed Dante.
“I'm that obvious, huh?” I laugh “Bruno scares the shit out of me sometimes.” I take another step inside the house and finally close the door.
“I know, he can be an intense man sometimes. You want to sit down?” he points toward the couch.
I walk over there, dropping my body on the fluffy couch.
