“It didn’t hurt. Now what I really need…” He snorted softly. “Ain’t going to happen, so what about dinner instead. I’m starving.”
Walter chuckled. “Yeah, we’re not in the business of procuring a woman for you.”
“Hell, if you did you’d have to give her to Pat. Women aren’t my thing, just like with you.” With that said, and smirking just a bit, Carlo left the bedroom, heading for the kitchen. 3
Carlo paced the small room off the courtroom, where he was being held until he was called as a witness. He could sense Walter watching him from his position beside the door and ignored him. At least until Walter said, “Sit.”
Carlo spun around. “I’m not a dog.”
“Sorry. Would you sit, please?”
Walter came toward him and Carlo wondered if he was intending to enforce his order. He considered telling him to go fuck himself.
“You’re tense, too tense. You need to relax.”
Carlo snorted. “What are you going to do, give me a massage?”
“If you think it would help, sure.”