Page 25 of Forbidden Pregnancy
“Women are afraid of men with one eye?” Luigi suggests. He’s just teasing, but I have to pretend it’s not a sore spot for me that I didn’t just lose my eye, but I have a scar that transformed my face from the one that feels more likeMichael Corsini’s.I’m not a handsome young man anymore and the older I get, the more that reality prickles.
“Yes. It must be that,” I grumble, fighting the urge to say something more cutting in response. I need Luigi’s advice now more than ever.
I strike it lucky, which is more than I can say for my parlays.
“Whatever, I need to get the fuck out of here. Can’t be late or dad’s gonna beat my ass.”
I don’t think dad can do that anymore, but inciting dad’s wrath is the last thing either of us want. Luigi hangs back as Peter hurries off to his Camaro. He has good instincts.
“What’s on your mind, Mikey?”
“I can’t talk to Peter about it.”
“I gathered that.”
Luckily, Peter’s meeting with dad has him too preoccupied with whatever potential shitstorm our father could want to rain down on him during their meeting.
“CC did something… fucked up.”
“Did she now?”
“I need your discretion.”
“We grew up together, Mikey. What do you need?”
I walk Luigi over to his new dad-van – a Mercedes passenger van – the latest in his stable ever since Delphine gave birth to his twin babies, Gio and Leo. He leans against it, waiting for me to confess my great sin.
It hurts me to confess the truth, so I start with the small irrelevant details, circling around the issues between us. “CC snuck out last night.”
“The way you helped Angela sneak out?” Luigi responds unsympathetically. He knows good and well that Angela and CC are two entirely different creatures. Angela might be a little cuckoo, but she still maintainssometraditional values. CC doesn’t care who she hurts and her choices are fueled by deep anger that I couldn’t ever fix.
“No,” I growl at Luigi. “It’s something worse.”
“What the fuck happened? I just had kids, Michael. So it had better be manageable.”
By Luigi’s standards, I’m sure this will be very manageable.
“I chased CC down to Belladonna’s, and found her talking to… an old flame.”
“Who, Brittany?”
My cheeks flush. I haven’t thought about that one night stand in ages. I’m not happy about the last place I stuck my dick, but I was desperately horny. I don’t feel good about using a woman for sex.
“Not Brittany.”
“Taylor?”
“Not Taylor.”
“Madison? Wait… Was it Brooke?”
“Can you stop listing women I fucked?”
“You fucked Taylor?”
I honestly don’t remember who Taylor is…
“No. Of course I didn’t.”
