Page 7 of Devilish Debt
“Isn’t itTrix?”I cheekily chime while combing my fingers through my salt and pepper beard.“Like with an X.”
“The things Rabbit does are definitely X rated,” Ace juvenilely jokes.
“How do you think we got D?”inserts Woods.
“I know howIget D,” their wife announces between bites.
“I know how to get D too,” Mom suggestively winks only to receive a deep, disapproving groan from me.
Forfuckssake.
How is it myparentshave a more fulfilling sex life than I do?
“Zero!!!”excitedly exclaims Val, warranting the collective group’s gaze once more.“We weren’t expecting you to join us for dinner!”
Um…I wasn’t expecting himat all.
In fact, nowadays, I can’t even expect him when Iusedto be able to expect him for poker at my place.
We aren’t exactly on the best of terms.
Which is probably my fault.
Like an easy case for the prosecution toprovelevel of my fault.
I mean coke in my hand, on my nose and the hooker’s bare ass level of easy to indite.
“Familia!” he lively greets in return without stepping foot across the threshold.“Always so Gram ready.”
“Is that a compliment?”Mom curiously croaks.“Itfeelslike a compliment.”
“It is,” Woods swiftly reassures on a head nod.“He’s basically saying you always look good, which you do.”
Ignoring her grin growing is impossible.“You boys are too sweet.”
“But could use alección básica de inglés, no?”haughtily teases Dad.
Basic English for those in their 20s – Woods and Zero – is a bit different than those of us in our 40s – me and Ace – or beyond – my parents.
“Come in, come in!”Mom enthusiastically insists.“We’ve got plenty of food!”
“I-”
“And I used Hatch for therellenos!”
“I-”
“Iknowthose are your favorite!Vic mentions it every time we have them!”
“Mom,” escapes in a scolding hiss.
“Es la verdad,” mumbles my father.
“Thanks for the invitation,” the younger, brown-eyed hacker coos, smile so irresistibly delicious my shaft can barely be stopped from stirring, “I abz appreesh.I really do-”
“Then come in!”insists the man I get most of my looks from alongside an enthusiastic hand wave.“Come in!”
“I kind of need to chat with Garciaalonefor a hot min,” Zero politely announces.At that, he connects his glare to mine.“Characters, my guy?”
