Q goes undercover. Bond goes mad.
Bookmarked by saintVM
18 Aug 2017
“With you it’s always ‘Father this’, ‘Father that’.” Gianna sniffed. “It’s an obnoxious habit. Very childish. Act your age.”
“Oh? And trying to interrupt a stranger about his business isn’t obnoxious?”
“You’re such an asshole,” Gianna said, incredulous. “I can’t believe you said that. We’re trying to save a life.”
“If you were remotely interested in charity of that nature you wouldn’t be in the family business.”
The stranger was staring at them now, blinking owlishly. It wasn’t an unfamiliar reaction to anyone exposed to his sister and their quarrels. “Do you guys mind?” he said finally. His voice was rusty, seldom used.
New York’s Sex Diaries series asks anonymous city dwellers to record a week in their sex lives — with comic, tragic, often sexy, and always revealing results. This week, a 36-year-old Italian mafia boss is trapped in a hotel with a 52-year-old not!retired assassin who’s holding a grudge.
“I wasn’t talking about the restaurant,” Gianna said, though she glared murderously at serving staff as they tried to swoop in to re-fold John’s napkin. The staff backed off. Good survival instincts. “I was talking about John. Your new special friend.”
“What about John?”
“Where did you even meet him? Tinder? Grindr?”
“If you really must know, we met at a bar. He bought me a drink. Nice and old-fashioned.”
John had looked surprised when Santino had gone over to talk to him after, out of curiosity, and then had been even more disbelieving afterwards when Santino had invited him home. Good for the ego. One thing had led to another.
“Oh my God. That’s all it took?”