Bad Boy's Twink (BXB)

29: Bye Clothes

Eros' POV

Imagine my surprise when I woke up from the sound of the door knock and I saw my foster dad when I opened the door. His face was freshly shaved and his aura was just rainbow and butterflies but as soon as he took notice of the huge-ass wound dressing on my face, the rainbow was smashed by a dragon's claw and the butterflies turned into agitated cobras. I stood dumbfounded and imagined different scenarios of Sire's cruel death that will be brought by my said father. The man left for a while and I immediately slammed the door close and gave off shaky breaths.

Oh Lord, I think Sire and I should run to Mexico. Okay, maybe not run since that would be a marathon of death. We fly off to Mexico and hide from my avenging father.

But how long can we hide from a man who can charm his way to befriend President Enrique Nieto of Mexico?

Maybe I can just hide Sire and say to my dad that he was not here? Oh, God.

Harsh knocking at the door gave my heart motivation to rush its heartbeat. My Italian father started screaming in rage from the other side of the door and I don't doubt that he had that famous machete in his hand.

Why do I know?

When we were eating in a restaurant, a waiter who tried to flirt with me with winks also caught the attention of my dad. When I went to the lavatory room to use the urinal and came back, I saw my dad's famous machete sticking on the wooden table that clearly stated: "Wink again, I dare you."

I found out that he always chased his deceased daughter's suitors when the assholes made sexual attempts. I understand that he was only trying to protect me like what he had done to his daughter but come on, I can handle myself well enough. Just exclude the psychotic fucks and I can throw a punch.

"Eros, mi mostra il bastardo (Eros, show me the bastard!)" He growled. "lo taglierò  suo cazzo! (I'll cut his dick!)"

Sire woke up from the ruckus my dad was creating.

"Who's the noisy piece of shit?" He complained.

"My dad...he saw my face and well...let's just say he blames you for it," I told him.

Sire stood up from the bed and slipped his hand in his boxers to scratch something. It was like he was still oblivious to the fact that a man was going to give him a free sex change.

"Lemme talk to your old man. I'm sure we can sort this out."

I shook my head in disapproval. When my dad was angry, nothing can calm him down. You have to let him cool off or he would just be a ranting killing machine. "Sire, believe me, you cannot talk things out with an Italian man carrying a machete! Hide your Christopher now!" I whispered harshly. I had to push Sire and squeeze him in a cabinet for dear life. The idiot didn't sense the danger. Hell, how can an idiot like him sense danger when he can't even remember his birth date? I opened the door before my dad broke it with all his knocking and put on my smile. Lord, I was sweating so much.

My dad stormed in. "Dov'é lui? (Where is he?)" He asked with so much seething in his mouth and voice.

"Papà, Sire did not do this to me," I reasoned out.

My dad started looking under the bed, trying to search for Sire. If he looked inside the cabinet, Sire was screwed. "W-we were receiving death threats from some lunatics for months and then well, it isn't Sire! They were Conrad and Jarred. They were our friends but since they only wanted our heads they aren't now!"

My dad stopped midway towards the cabinet in which Sire hid. "Where are these Jarred and Conrad?" He asked.

I took a relieved breath. "They are being held in prison for the meantime. If all of the charges against them are proven then they'll be there for a lifetime."