Elijah Vega.
“You look just like my bastard brother-in-law.” Uncle Sid, Seven’s father grips my shoulder like we’re old pals. He smells like expensive leather and burnt whiskey.
“Dad, he doesn’t like that.” Seven exhales smoke. His voice is loud enough that my father turns toward us, eyes narrowing just enough to show he’s listening.
Yeah. Between Seven and I, it’s hard to say who has the bigger balls. Always toeing the line between audacity and suicide.
“Of course, I know he doesn’t but look at those eyes. Lion eyes.” Uncle Sid inspects me. “So…how’ve you been, boy? I heard you got engaged.”
I nod, letting him light my cigarette with a silver lighter. “True.”
“She here?”
The corner of my mouth lifts. There’s only one girl I’ve ever given a ring to, and yeah…she’s here.
“Yeah.”
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