Xavier FINAL(55)
“Watch it,” Cyrus growled.
“Actually we’re back in the states and heading to the apartment right now. Jase’s carpets are being steam cleaned and my place is all over the news.”
“Tell me you’re kidding?” Son of a bitch.
I cut across two lanes of traffic to do a U-turn in a gas station parking lot.
“Yeah we’re busting your balls. We heard you’ve been there though.” Jase laughed.
“Abe. Never could keep his fucking mouth shut.”
“Not true bro,” Zandor laughed.
“Abe fucking knew?” Jase snapped.
“There’s nothing to know--.”
“Bullshit, you’re held up at the love shack with some hot ass red head.” Zandor laughed.
“That what Irish is about?” Cyrus chuckled.
“What do you three want?”
“Did you fall bro?” Zandor laughed.
“I don’t have time for this shit right now. I need to stop at the shop.”
“No sleepover tonight?” Jase asked.
“No.”
“Uh oh Xavier’s on the shit list.”
“Spill it, you know all our fuck ups let us show you the error of your ways,” Zandor laughed.
“No fucking way. Uh uh, I don’t need help from any of you three.”
“She knows about the money because she works for you right.”
“She works with me.” I corrected them.
“She knows about the shop.” Cyrus laughed. “Oh yes she’s been there.”
“Two weeks?” Jase laughed.
“Jase shut the fuck up.”
“You bang her yet?”
“He had a sleepover in bed, of course he banged her.” Cyrus huffed.
“I didn’t fuck her at your place Cyrus, chill.”
“Did you snuggle?” Zandor laughed. “Spoon?”
“I didn’t have to tie her up Z,” I laughed back.
“She good?” Jase whispered.
“You still not getting any Jase?”
“Fuck you Xavier.”
“Should we tell him the good news?” Cyrus laughed.
“What?”
“Well now the cats out of the bag, you’re already Momma’s worst nightmare come true so we’re all coming home.” Cyrus announced.
“Not a good idea Cyrus, your place is--.”
“We’ll figure it out. Tara and I want to get married back home. Nothing big, just family.”
“How does Little Bell feel about that?” I missed her like crazy.
“She’s excited but you gotta promise me you’ll leave her Barbie’s alone.” Jase chuckled.
“I need some help though man.” Cyrus said.
“Anything, you know that Bro.”
“Venue, caterer, music. We do this somewhere on the shore.”
“No problem.”
“Classy shit, no college frat party.” He warned.
“Does Momma know?” I asked.
“Not about the wedding no.”
“Zandor you gonna untie Bekah long enough to fly home?” I laughed.
“I suppose. But only because I wanna see what you got yourself mixed up with.”
“Cool, so when will you be in?”
“A week from today. Sunday dinner at Jase’s. You’re cooking.” Zandor laughed.
“Can you send Momma home now; I fucking miss the hell out of her food.” I laughed.
After our goodbyes I hung up and pulled back out onto the road.
I pulled through the gates and Sam laughed.
I flipped him off and kept driving.