Jase, Fields, J. [story reading TXT] 📗

“Your husband tell you to dance with me?”

“Yes. Benito wants us all to get along,” Jules smiled, she had a nice smile. Zandor was right she had a Shakira vibe about her, spicy hot, “You are single, yes?”

“Yeah, but not really.”

“In love, huh?”

“Aren’t we all?” I nodded towards Benito, hoping to draw her attention back to her husband since her tits were snug against me. I nodded to Zandor and on cue he walked over and cut in.

I sat next to Cyrus on one of the corner couches as some of the girls started coming over and dancing for us. Abe and Dom each left with a girl after the second song.

“You may wanna grab one before they get sweaty. Which shouldn’t take long, holy fuck Cyrus,” I elbowed him and we both laughed.

“You first.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Either am I, check out Zandor,” Cyrus shook his head.

Zandor was leading Jules to the bar, holding her hand. I looked at Benito and he rolled his eyes and whispered to one of his goons before following one of the dancers into the back. I looked back and Cyrus was at the bar beside Zandor. I was certain I had ordered water and this was not water.

“Hey Zandor, you about ready to get going,” Cyrus patted his shoulder.

“Nah, not yet.”

“Look, Momma warned us about girls like her,” Cyrus smiled at Zandor, “Let’s go, there is plenty of ass around here.”

“I think I like this little kitten though,” Zandor grinned and ran his hand lower down her back.

Jules slapped him across the face and Zandor laughed.

“Cut your losses bro, she isn’t worth the fight,” Cyrus caught her hand as she attempted to slap him. “I’ll let go but if you try that again your worst nightmares will come true Julianna Sanchez.”

She glared at him, “What do you know of my dreams?”

“Julianna Sanchez was a registered nurse at a Cuban hospital, where she met Benny boy. She was married when she met him. Somehow she saved enough money to fly to Italy for a little procedure, an enhancement of sorts. Shortly after, she divorced her husband, moved to Italy with her daughter who is at a boarding school. How am I doing there, Jules?”

“You don’t know a thing of me!”

“I know your husband just offered you up to Jase, who happens to be the majority shareholder in DeLuca. I know he just left the room with one of the dancers here and it didn’t seem to bother you one fucking bit. So again Zandor, Momma raised us better than to play with little kitties who climb their way from the bottom hoping like hell they make it to the top of the proverbial pole.”

Cyrus caught her next attempt and Zandor laughed.

“There is nothing wrong with an open marriage,” she snapped.

“Hey-- to each their own, but yours isn’t open to what you want, it’s whatever he says. Back home we call women like that—whores.” Jules spit in his face and he laughed and licked the saliva off the side of his lips exposing his piercing.

“You will fail here, mark my word. Then you’ll be poking holes and painting people again on the Jersey shore!”

Zandor laughed as she walked away, “Alright bro, let’s go see how Jase is doing, and get dessert to go.”

I woke up to someone between my legs, if I closed my eyes tight enough, I could imagine Carly. It had been nine fucking months and I swear I needed a release, preferably caused by someone other than myself. I was fucked up and she had cut off all ties, so why did I give a fuck? She was probably banging Brad. I heard a gasp and looked down. The dark haired woman was fascinated and I smiled, “Boccino.”

“Sure,” I laughed, I really needed to learn some Italian other than just fottiti, ti voglio bene, and the one I could not wait to use, ti amo, with-- Carly, “Stop !” I sat back quickly, “What the fuck was I thinking?”

“You finished?” Cyrus pulled me up everyone was standing there looking at me. Abe looked quickly away, he was pissed. So was I. Cyrus helped me stager to the door and I don’t remember much after that.

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I woke up to slamming drawers and then little giggles, “Little Bell, stop slamming things please!” I moaned and rolled over and covered my head with my pillow.

“Is Daddy sick?”

“A little but he will be fine. Let’s get you back to Grandma and I will kick your…wake your father up,” Bella laughed at Abe.

When Abe came back I was getting dressed, he couldn’t even look at me.

“Abe I was fucked up, I didn’t even…”

“Yeah, well you should just forget about Carly, this shit isn’t going to work.”

“Listen, that’s not going to fucking happen…”

“Katherine died, so yes you are going to…”

“Wait, what the fuck did you just say?” I swear to God I had heard him say…

“Carly’s mother three nights ago. She had a heart attack and died,” I watched as Abe threw his stuff in his bag.

“Abe I want her number,” he had refused and I respected his wishes up until right fucking now.

“Not going to happen.”

I grabbed him and he pushed me back, “Don’t start something you aren’t prepared to fucking finish, Steel.”

I closed my eyes, “When are the services?”

“Yesterday, immediate family and…”

“The book club. Fuck, she is going to be such a fucking mess. I need to see her,” I felt my hands begin to tremble.

“You sit down and shut the fuck up! They fucking responded to the email, you fucking win Jase, now let’s see what the fuck you can do that’s not underhanded!”

“Abe that’s not fucking fair, not fair at all man,” I stood up and started packing my things and Bella’s.

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Abe and I didn’t talk the entire ride to the airport or the flight home. As soon as we landed he pulled his phone out and made a call, I know it was to her and I stayed the fuck away. One phone