Skull Island by T Styles

Author:T Styles [Styles, T]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, Science Fiction
ISBN: 9781948373272
Google: fGLSxgEACAAJ
Amazon: 1948373270
Publisher: Cartel Publications
Published: 2019-06-25T23:00:00+00:00

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A soft orange glow from the lamps caressed the space.

Mason sat on the couch in the cigar lounge drinking whiskey and smoking weed. He had spent the better part of the day at his son’s grave followed by one of Whoyawanmetabe’s goons, and his mind and heart were emotional wrecks. He hadn’t even spoken to his family since the ordeal took place because the pain was too great. And since he was certain their agony was as grave as his own, he needed a break to be stronger for them.

And then there was the guilt of being the one to come up with such an atrocious plan that failed miserably.

At the end of the day Arlyndo’s death was his fault.

Banks had warned him but he didn’t respect his plea.

And now it was too late.

When Banks walked inside and saw Mason’s face, Mason took a heavy breath. He had thought about him ever since realizing Whoyawanmetabe had taken him somewhat hostage below his house. His hair had grown a little longer than he liked and as a result, he pulled it up into a man’s bun that gave whispers of the woman he used to be.

Pointing at the whiskey canteen Banks said, “You mind if I…”

Mason shrugged and sat back, glass in hand. “It’s your shit.”

Banks walked deeper inside and poured himself a drink. The brown liquor dripped into the glass like rich honey. “You remember when Arlyndo snuck them twins in the house that summer?” He took a sip and sat next to him. Mason had been tense for days and suddenly he relaxed in his presence. Just that quickly. Why did he have so much natural power over his heart? “I think he just broke his foot a few months before that. I’m not sure.”

Mason chuckled once and shook his head. “Nah, it was the winter. Don’t you remember? Because he was telling me which presents to take back because he already opened them all. Even the ones without his name on them.”

“Fuck yeah!” Banks laughed heavier as the recollection hit his mind like a movie trailer. “He was carrying shit like a grown ass man. Like he wasn’t eleven. Just destroying Christmas and shit!” Banks’ laughter filled the room and caused Mason’s heart to smile. “I mean he really thought he was gonna bone two girls right after he fucked up the holiday for everybody.”

“He thought he was gonna hit them at the same time too,” Mason said shaking his head. “Like where does he get this shit from?”

“Got mad at me too and everything when you dropped them off at home. I wasn’t even there. Right before their parents called the cops at that!”

“Didn’t speak to me for a week,” Mason said still smiling.

“I was guilty by proxy.” Banks added. They were clearly trying to make the moment last, knowing full well other matters would need to be discussed within the seconds to come. “I ain’t gonna lie, to be young the boy had game.”

They both laughed until it simmered like a teapot being taken off the stove.

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