Chapter 12

“I was obviously dumped, and not informed about it,” I moan, rolling my eyes. “The mechanic has a thing going on with Block. I’m now a third wheel.”

Craig downs his gin and places his empty tumbler on the two-person table between us. He clearly states, “You have two options, Nino. You either be mad, or deal with it. It sounds to me like you want to be mad.”

I shake my head and reply, “I’m really not. I don’t know what I want.”

He looks me square in the eyes, waves a finger at me, and shares, “Joey and Tommy were lovers. I wanted both of them, found a way between them, got into the mix of things, and…I’m a happy man now.”

Speaking of his two twenty-something houseboys, both are on the bar at the front of the club, dancing in their leather get-ups. Crotches rub together. Nipples are pinched. Tongues meet. Each has a boner, which is exposed to the manly crowd.

“Set your goals, Nino, and live by them. Get control of your sex life. Be the daddy you really want to be.”