Cyrus (4 page)

I pissed and it felt good. Morning drainage
always did. I grabbed a cup of water hoping to drown down the
cotton before calling a cab for the girls. They weren’t sticking
around-- it was fun and all but not enough to have them hang out
for the entire day.

After my shower I walked in my room and
grabbed their clothes, “Cab will be here soon, ladies.”

One smiled, “Kicking us out so soon?”

“Nah, gotta go to work,” I lied but the
truth would have pissed them off, and I was pretty sure I hadn’t
used all three trips on the train with either of these girls. Next
time one at a time unless they are into each other. Too much work
making sure they both got off, twice.

When I walked them out of my room, Nickey
was about to make breakfast for Miss September and I gave him a
look hoping he didn’t invite them to stay to eat, “Cab’s here
ladies, thanks for last night.” I opened the door and before they
turned to say goodbye, I shut it.

I felt like shit and I wanted to go back to
bed. I had three days off from Steel Enterprises and I planned on
playing at the shop for all three days.

~

My phone rang waking me up from a really hot
dream about a certain little bird. I reached over and grabbed it.
The ID said it was the shop. I looked at the time, I wasn’t due in
until after noon and it was only ten, the shop had just opened.

“What’s up?” I answered.

“Someone fucked up the store front,” it was
Kat.

“What do you mean, Kat?”

“Vandalized, spray paint… you know, that
kind of stuff.”

“I’ll be right down,” this shit had never
happened before.

I threw my clothes on and grabbed a hat.
When I walked out Nickey and Miss September were sitting on the
couch all snuggled up, cozy like.

“Your Dad on today?” Nickey’s Dad was a cop,
real cool guy.

“Yeah I think. Why what’s up?”

“Kat just called, apparently someone
vandalized the shop. Give him a call and have him meet me.” I
grabbed a hat and shoved on my shoes.

“I’ll go with you man,” Nickey started to
stand.

“Nah, I got this,” I was out the door and on
my bike within seconds. Someone fucked with the shop and it burned
me.

I expected broken glass, maybe some paint
but that’s not what I got. The entire front window was painted up.
Symbols and signs that I didn’t recognize.

Nicholas DeAngelo pulled up in his unmarked
car and got out, Nickey’s dad looked just like him, but lighter.
Nickey was half black and half DeAngelo. “Thanks for stopping by
Nick.”

“You have bad blood with the Latinos in the
area?”

“No, none.”

“Gang signs,” Nick pointed, “This shit’s
South American gang stuff though. Barrio 18.”

“They paint shit up like this a lot, Nick?’
I was trying to keep my ass calm, Nick was a “by the book,” guy and
I was a “take care of shit now,” guy.

“No, this is a first.” I followed him around
as he took pictures. He stopped at a sign and studied it for a
minute, “This is Celtic.”

“So we got the Latinos and the Irish pissed
off at us, huh?” I needed to make light of the situation or I was
gonna blow the fuck up.

We spent the next thirty minutes walking
around taking pictures, “They didn’t break or steal anything,
Cyrus. I’ll file a report and beef up the street uniforms around
here but that’s about all we can do.”

He brushed for prints and looked around
before Kat and I unlocked the door and went in the shop. Nothing
had been touched.

I booted up the computer in the back and
downloaded the photos. I spent the next three hours in the back. I
was gonna call Jase and let him know… but he was probably nailing
his wife.

“Do you know what time it is?” Zandor
answered the phone.

“Nine o’clock on a Saturday night in Italy,
Z. Did you sleep all day?”

“No, hold up,” Zandor covered the phone but
I heard him, “
You stay right where you are. Consider this a
warning do you understand, not one inch!”

“What’s up?”

“Am I interrupting anything?” I had to laugh
because I knew damn well I was.

“Yes.”

He was being pretty damn short and I was
pretty fucking annoyed, “Tough shit, open up your e-mail, tell me
if you recognize any of these symbols.”

“I will call you back in about an hour…”

“The shop got vandalized last night. I’d
call Jase, but he’s probably still celebrating his marriage
and…”

“His what! We what?! Cyrus if you’re fucking
with me I swear to God above…”

“Well shit, there you are. What the fuck is
going on with you… you sound like a …”

“Jase got fucking married?!”

“Yeah… last minute thing just them and a
beach,” I kind of lied didn’t want him to feel bad. “They plan on
doing it up big over in Italy, after Charlotte kicks it.”

Zandor chuckled, “Waiting for your ex’s
mother to die before…”

“Yeah I know, open up your fucken
e-mail.”

“It’s loading dick!”

“The first picture is a Latino gang sign,
the next is some sort of Celtic…”

Rico popped his head in, “Gotta minute?”

“Yeah man sure. Have a seat I’ll be off the
phone in a minute. Zandor--- you still there?”

Zandor laughed, “The Celtic sign is one used
in the B & D world.”

“Z get your head out of the fucking gutter,
it’s a sign of purity.”

Rico looked over my shoulder and stared at
the screen.

“Trust me Cyrus, it’s a symbol of a very
willing submissive,” he chuckled and then I heard static on the
phone.

“You there Z?”

“Yep, just sent you some proof.”

I waited for his message and sure as shit it
was on the ass of a girl tied up in a very uncomfortable looking
position.

“I don’t even want to know man,” Zandor was
a fucking freak.

“Well that’s what you’re interrupting,” he
whispered.

“No fucking way!”

“Hey Cyrus,” Rico looked like he saw a
ghost.

“What’s up?”

“I did a tat last night. Some couple came in
an hour before lock up. That’s what she had done.”

“You sure about that?”

“Positive, she was pretty fucking quiet, and
he was a dick. I tried talk her out of it but she seemed cool.
They’re supposed to come in to have his name and a date put on her.
September 28 was the date.”

“He use a card to pay?”

“No-- cash.”

“You get a name?”

“Tony, that’s what it was supposed to be on
her. Tammy, Tonya…”

“Tara?” I swear to God I felt my heart
skip.

“Yeah…”

“Brown hair, tiny little thing, fuck me
green eyes, a dimple when she smiles?”

“Damn Cyrus-- you sound like a fucking
bitch,” Zandor laughed.

I’d forgotten he was there to be honest--
but I didn’t give a shit, “Fuck off, talk to you…”

“Cyrus, don’t you fucking go after…”

“He fucked with the shop Zandor,” I was
livid my entire body was tense and I REALLY needed to break
shit.

“Tara what, Cyrus?” Zandor asked.

“What! I don’t fucking know but…”

“Tony and Tara, Google that shit now
man.”

I did and what I saw I didn’t expect it out
of Birdie. Amateur videos of her sucking off Tony, “Can’t be
her.”

“Brown hair, tiny little thing, fuck me
green eyes, a dimple when she smiles,” Zandor was fucking pissing
me off.

“Shut up Z, or I’ll kick your ass,” I
snapped at him.

“Cum shot to the face is kind of hot,” he
kept it going, “Oh wow, some sort of countdown clock to a live show
online. How do you know this girl, says here she’s a virgin.”

“That’s shit, she’s a nipple pierced
stripper, Z,” I turned the shit off. I couldn’t watch it. That
video pissed me off more than the fucking shop being painted
up.

Zandor asked Rico what damage was done and
Rico told him it was all cleaned up, “Easy too.”

“Cyrus, you hit on this girl?”

“Z-- she showed up at my place when Jase and
Carly stopped by for a party a couple nights ago after they went to
Sorority Sister. She was with them. Apparently Carly likes
her.”

“Hold up, did you just say Jase and Carly
went to a strip club…together?” Zandor’s voice was an octave higher
and it made me laugh.

“Yeah—her idea,” I waited for his
response.

“Un fucking real,” he sounded truly in awe,
“I think I love Carly, like really love her. I bet she’s a …”

“Dude you’re talking about your sister, my
sister… shut the fuck up.”

“I’m gonna come home next week. Missing too
much. Jase is married to a kinky little book worm and you’re
getting turned down by strippers. One of us needs to fix shit
around there. Hold tight, don’t do anything stupid until I’m there
to do it with you, promise man?”

“Sure, fine.” Birdie was someone I needed to
stop thinking about. She certainly wasn’t what I expected, the
fantasy was ruined
. Damn it
!

The shop looked fine, all cleaned up and we
were busy, lots of walk-ins. I was happy that a leggy blond from
the party showed up for her first tat. Even happier that she
requested me to put a sweet little music note right above her
nipple. And happier yet that when I was outlining it she was
playing with the other.

“How’s that feel?” I asked while she tugged
at her left nipple.

“You wanna taste?”

Fuck yeah I did, “Not while I work, I
wouldn’t want the first time I fuck you up to be in here.”

She moaned a little.

I started the tat and she bit her lip, nice
little lips to, “Listen, here’s my deal…”

“I know your deal. Three ride limit, hard
and wild, and I’m up for it as long as you are.”

“No sweeter words ever spoken. Just too bad
I’m not going to pay this one any attention,” I continued to work
and she continued to lay there. I swear I could smell her wetness.
FUCK
!

When I finished, I excused myself while she
put her shirt back on. Momma was out back and upset about the shop.
I told her that Nicholas was gonna increase the uniforms around
here and that it wasn’t a big deal. I really didn’t want to talk
about it anymore, made me think of her, and that shit wasn’t
happening anymore not after sucking off that dirt ball. Tony, he
wasn’t gonna get away with this shit. Don’t fuck with what’s mine,
ever. I would wait, cause if I found him now I’d kill him. Fucking
kill him.

~

I was starving I hadn’t eaten at all today
so we swung by the bar and grabbed a drink and some bar food. I
didn’t do dates and this shit was pretty close but it was cool,
apparently Savannah thought she could out drink me, so we went shot
for shot for a while. About half an hour later she was licking salt
of my neck in the back corner and I was licking salt off her little
taunt nipple. After way to many shots my finger was deep in her in
the corner of the bar. She squeezed her knees around my hand and
whimpered. Gotta love dark cornered booth seating, long
tablecloths, and short skirts. I pulled her knees apart and shoved
another finger into her hot wet pussy and she lost her shit.
Savannah was holding my hand tight against her and thrusting her
narrow hips against my hand fucking my fingers like a damn bunny.
Whiskey drunk I pulled her onto me .

“Wait just…”

“I’m gonna smash your panties right here,
hang on…because it’s gonna be a wild ride,” I smashed those panties
to hell and she screamed into my neck as I continued bouncing her
up and down on my cock until I was ready to cum.

“Holy shit,” she panted against me.

That’s right Holy shit I smiled and sat
back, “Climb off, wouldn’t wanna get caught now that we’re
done.”

She laughed and climbed off. I pulled off
the condom and wrapped it in a napkin and placed it on the empty
plate and she laughed.

We took off as I was hailing a cab my phone
rang, “Awe, fuck. Savannah thanks for tonight, I’ve got shit to
do,” the cab pulled over and she got in.

“What’s up Jase?”

I was walking towards the shop as he was
reaming me out for not letting him know about the shop and for
telling Zandor he got married.

“Save it bro, you’re wasting your shit on me
right now. I’m fucked up, and really don’t give two…”

The blow to the back of my head knocked me
to the ground. There were three of them and I staggered as one
swung. I was not in a place to be doing this shit right now but I
got him, knocked his ass down when the other two dove on me. By the
grace of God I was able to get them off and then I heard sirens.
FYI… never liked that sound before, until this very moment. They
scattered like the roaches they were, and I pulled myself up
against the brick wall and assumed the position.

“You alright, Cyrus?” It was Nicholas
DeAngelo.

“Yeah man, I’m good,” but I wasn’t, I was
fucked up, my head hurt, and I wanted a fucking do over, like
now.

Nicholas gave me a ride home and I
crashed.

~

It was afternoon before I woke up with a
pounding headache. Jase was pacing at the end of my bed and each
step he took felt like a kick in the head, “Could you quiet the
fuck down, Jase?”

“You wanna tell me just what the fuck is
going on?!”

“You wanna quiet down for fuck sake bro?” I
pulled the pillow over my head hoping his ass would disappear.

He stopped pacing and I slowly sat up,
“Jase, I’m only going to say this once, cause the shit has only
happened once and it will never fucking happen again.” Jase was
standing with his hands on his hips like Mamma Joe and I wanted to
laugh but I didn’t, “I think some really bad shit is going on
that,” I paused for dramatic effect and looked up at him, “I’m
pretty sure I have a gang of Latino Leprechauns after me, man.”

Jase turned red, “This shit’s not funny, the
shop was vandalized and you got jumped, Cyrus! You wanna tell me
what the hell is going on?”