Page 69 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

I walked through the middle cabin and climbed the stairs. Music got louder the closer I got to the hallway at the top. If the various bras and panties tossed on the floor weren’t enough to tell me what to expect, then the famine giggles coming from the other side of the door sure were.

Thankfully when I walked into the VIP room both my father and uncle were fully clothed. The girls however were not. There were tits everywhere, and a couple of cocks.

I did not want to know what they spent all night doing. Bottles littered the floor, people were passed out all over the place, one girl was sprawled out on the pool table with her legs spread. Some guy was tied to the bar in the corner, and there were three people laying in a heap in the other corner.

The only people who were awake in the room were my uncle, my father, some girl who was attempting to give one of themwhat I could only assume was a drunken lap dance, and an exhausted looking Saul.

Unsurprisingly, Saul did not look happy to see me. “Where the fuck is Romeo?”

“He had to pick up some Russian prick.” I got why he would rather have Romeo’s help, that didn’t mean I wasn’t a bit insulted. “Don’t worry, I got this.”

“They won’t listen to Romeo when they’re like this, what the fuck are you supposed to do?”

“So they’ve had a couple drinks. It can’t be that hard.”

Aldo slammed his big hand down on the table. “Cesare, we should fuck those twins.”

Saul and I shifted our gaze over to the girl twerking—one girl not two—after which Saul turned his eyes on me.

“Okay, they’ve had more than a couple of drinks.” Based on the glasses and bottles littered around the floor, I’d replace the drinks with bottles.

“You got any bright ideas, genius?”

I looked over at the booth my father and uncle were occupying as my father held up his hand and bellowed, “more bourbon.”

“I think we drank all the bourbon.” Aldo said. “But I think there’s scotch.”

“Oh, scotch then.”

Considering neither one of them noticed Saul and I standing there, I had no idea who my father was talking to. Everyone else was passed out, even the girl dancing had her eyes closed.

“So?” Saul asked.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a tranquilizer gun on you, would you?”

Saul’s face dropped. “I have a gun gun.”

I wouldn’t object to putting a bullet in Aldo’s head, but I was fairly sure Saul would.

“Alright.” I sighed. “I’ll go and get them.”

“Good luck.” Saul called as I headed over to the booth.

I rolled my eyes.

All I had to do was get them up and out to the car. How hard could that possibly be? The answer to that question was pretty fucking hard. The two of them were so out of it, that they didn’t notice me walk up. I had to clap in front of their faces to get them to look my way.

“Get up,” I ordered. “It’s time to go.”

Aldo threw his hands up in the air and sang, “Giovanni!”

“That’s my son.” My father added.

Aldo looked at my father. “I know he’s your son.”

“Look how big he got.” My father lifted his hand and wagged his finger at me. “You need to spend less time in the gym, Giovanni, and more time on your woman.”

“That’s right, he has a woman now. Is she…” Aldo cupped his chest in a motion that I assumed meant big breasts.

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