He stood still like he always did when he was in trouble. It was frustrating when he didn’t answer me.
I gave him a smack to the head, but he didn’t react. He was a tough little son of a b***h.
“Answer me,” I commanded.
He cleared his throat, lifted his head, and held my gaze. “Sorry, sir.”
I could swear I saw a tiny smirk before he lowered his head again.
“Get the f**k in your room before I give you the belt again.”
Suddenly, the door flew open, and Gus blew in. The little s**t took that moment to run to his bedroom. Gus, of course, followed, and I plopped in my chair.
“So, you’re out of prison again, Gussy?” I shouted before I tuned into the TV, annoyed.
“Hey, kid,” Gus whispered loudly, “sorry it’s been a while. What do you have there?”
Silence.
“Ha,” he chuckled lightly, “it
