Boy Talk
Icaro was whistling as he went downstairs to the kitchen and found Vodingo leaning against the counter talking to the chef.
“Why are you here and not at your villa with your wife?”
“I came to talk to you but heard you getting freaky with Zorah. Congratulations. She is coming around?”
He couldn’t help his smile as he nodded, “we spent a good day today, Vod. She and I shared today, and it was nice.”
“Nice? What I heard her screaming upstairs wasn’t nice.”
He shot a glower at his friend as he pulled a couple of beer from the fridge. He wondered if Zorah ever drank beer with her pizza in the past. He shrugged and grabbed a soda just in case.
“Vodingo, go home.”
“Sid is mad at me again. I’m trying a page out of your book and giving her space.”
“Why is she angry?”
“I suggested to her she should call her parents.”
“Why should she call those abusive bastards?” he grunted as he dug through the fridge and then looked at the chef. “She’s going to want something light with the pizza.”
“I heard you the first time, Icaro,” the chef shook his head and waved to a bowl. “It’s resting on ice. Lemon granita for dessert.”
He grinned and pulled the man close and kissed his cheek loudly, “thank you.”
The chef shook his head at Icaro’s antics.
Vodingo sighed, “you’re in a particularly good mood. Did Zorah release you from your thirty-day hell?”
“No. I made my wife feel good. I am happy, no, thrilled, she let me. Now, tell me why you’re telling your wife to call her sperm and egg donors.”
“If she calls them and tells them she is happy and doesn’t want to go home, they will lay off with Ippocrate Giannone. It will alleviate some of the pressure we’re getting from a certain family trying to return her to them.”
“Find another way, Vodingo.”
“Short of killing the priest or wiping out an entire family, I am at a loss.”
“You cannot kill the priest. If you do it, then we will be first on the list of suspects, not that I would care but Zorah would. Set the family up. Make the head of the family take the fall for a drug bust. Better yet, make it so it looks like he’s selling to the priest. Humiliate the priest and get him arrested too.”
Vodingo was stealing a piece of prosciutto, and he paused with it dangling over his mouth as he looked at his friend. “Are you serious? You’re going to let me plant drugs on the fat bastard and have him arrested?”
“Yes. I hope someone in jail pulls his pants down and spanks him.” He shot his cousin an irritated look. “Violently. With a belt. Make it happen.”
“Done.” Vodingo rubbed his hands together excitedly, smacking his lips around the mouthful of meat. “How did it feel to punch Walrus?”
“Better than when I earned my first paycheck.” He smirked with the memory. “I don’t care what she says, my wife liked it. I think she was jealous she didn’t get to punch him.”
“I didn’t realize she would be so mouthy with him. The way she shut him down hard was a beautiful thing.” Vodingo leaned against the counter.
“Tell me about it. She is so strong.”
“She will make a good Donna.”
“She will.”
Vodingo sighed, “I’m going to bring pizza to my wife and grovel.”
“Good call.” Icaro paused as he started to lift his tray, “the day after tomorrow, the girls will be spending it together. Let Sidonia know. Zorah was feeling very melancholy and missing Sidonia quite a bit. She wants to make a special day for Sidonia. We’ll take the yacht out for the day. I told her we’d let her and Sidonia be alone as much as they wanted.”
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Etna.” Icaro shrugged. “Touristy but it will keep my wife clinging to my arm while we hike the hill.”
“I’ll have a full team with you, but they will be discreet.”
“Good. She didn’t even notice them today.” He frowned, “also what do you know about Keturah being married off to a Giarre?”
“The hell?”
“Walrus’s cousin from what I understand. It’s not happening. I’ll call Dad later, but I’ve decided I want Keturah to work with Amauri to head up Zorah’s security back in New York.”
“She’ll be a great asset in New York. Does she want to go to New York?”
“More than she wants to be split in half by a Giarre.”
Both men shuddered with the thought and the chef made a gagging noise.
The chef pulled a pizza out of the oven and slid it onto the tray. “The Giarre men are grotesque. Keturah deserves better than those fools. They all leech off the Walrus like he’s their personal bank and they couldn’t wipe their own asses if he didn’t supply the paper.”
“You like my cousin, Chef?” Icaro looked at the man curiously.
“She is far superior to me, and I would never dream of such things. However, she deserves a man who wants her for her and not the money in her family’s coffers.”
“True.” Icaro patted him on the back as he made eyes at Vodingo who was grinning. “She said she wants to come over and have coffee with Zorah. You should make her a snack when she comes. Give her a taste of what we eat in our house? You’ll be coming with us to New York, right?”
“I go where you go, Icaro. It’s my job,” the chef’s ears were red as he put all the food items on a tray. “Do you want help taking this up or do you have it?”
“I got it. I’m going to go wake sleeping beauty. She wants to watch movies in bed,” Icaro gave Vodingo a wide smile.
“Sidonia makes me watch rom coms. What are you watching? Don’t tell me it’s Jesus Christ Superstar or some bible movie.”
“John Wick.”
“She’s going to think you shooting the nurse in the head was a joke after watching such things. Why on earth are you letting her watch it?”
“She asked me what my favorite movie was. I told her. She said she wants to see it.”
“I will pray for your soul,” Vodingo laughed as he took his own pizza tray.
“She is so tired, once she eats, she’ll be asleep, snoring loudly while I watch the blood and guts fly.” Icaro grinned. “This is a good day.”
He started whistling again as he took his wife’s dinner up the stairs, genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.
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