Sodapop Curtis Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure if he’d already known or why he would put her off now but it continued to anger me and also concern me that Curtis knew the gig was up. It was getting late and I was glad when I saw Russ standing outside the back door. Jason tried to follow me but I asked him to let me find out first as he was already angry enough. “Russ, what do you know?” “Mr. Blake, Curtis had been with a woman before he met Susan. Her name was Candy Zulsiki and she was known on the streets for doing anything for a buck if you know what I mean”. Russ showed me a picture she was a pretty Burnette with a nice slim frame but you could see by her face she’d seen way more than she should of at some point and had

So when she mentioned his interest, I didn't believe her. Was he waiting for me to make a move? If I hadn't, would he have? It's the only explanation. I pitched the deal a few hours ago, expecting weeks of back-and-forth, but Curtis black really is different. A slow, satisfied grin spread across my face as I stepped into the bedroom, “Sophie, clear my evening. We should celebrate,” I instructed. “Yes, sir!” She chirped. I could practically hear the grin in her voice. “Finally, some good news! I was starting to think you’d turn into one of those broody CEOs with how moody you've been off late.”

SHELBY POV I have been working both jobs for four weeks now, and the pay is excellent. All the tips I make go into my brand new savings account, and I already have $900. Nothing else has changed. Curt still comes in every night to buy beer. He does shoot me a smile every time now, but nothing else. He seems to be getting worse. He hasn't shaved in who knows how long, and he looks tired. So very tired. It breaks my heart to see a guy like him so broken.

He groaned, crossing his little arms over his small chest. “Pick someone better to copy. Renato is not exactly a model citizen.” Chocolate snorted, obviously enjoying the back and forth Curtis and I were engaging in. Curtis tilted his head to one side, huffing. “He's my model citizen.” Chocolate’s smile softened as she looked at him. “That’s cute.” “Don’t encourage him,” I muttered.

I say, coughing and wiping mouth with the back of my hand. Luke’s laughing his ass off. “It’s supposed to. Puts hair on a man’s chest." He backhands my arm. “Take it slow. You’ll get used to it.” Curtis looks at the bottle. “God, I missed this.” He tips the beer back and brings it back down. “Ah. Good stuff." Curtis is older so he was able to experience drinking before we went into hiding. Me not so much. I look around the circle of guys. Luke urges. “Go on. Little sips.” He encourages.

He looked longingly at the smoldering butt, then at his interrogator. “You’re in deep shit, Jonesy,” said his old partner, Randy. Curtis smiled even broader. This was a game he knew only too well. “Brought you outta retirement for this, partner? How’s Dolores? Send her my best, will you?” Curtis’s voice sounded like gravel even to himself. No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon.

She’d always suspected that Curtis was a dangerous man, though she had no real idea in what way. Yeah, she’d seen him brutally and viciously beat drunk men to a pulp, but then again, that was his job. Bouncing at Curves meant that Curtis was among the first people to step forward when trouble started – and trouble started there often.

“What happened last night? My head feels like shit.” I pressed my fingers against my temples and squinted. At least that part was true. I had never gotten used to The Viper’s extra special treats. They always left me feeling like my brain had been passed through a mincer. Curtis poured a glass of water and brought it to me, then poured himself one as well. “I’m going to get us painkillers. Do you need anything else while I’m out?”

We held a celebration party in his cafe, turning a place that usually smelled of cream and coffee into one filled with the aroma of a spicy stew. That annoying screen was still there, and it was playing equally annoying news. On the screen, the once-rising star of the business world was facing a crisis. Curtis Group's CEO, Max, resigned to take responsibility as the company announced bankruptcy restructuring. I turned off the news and switched it to a popular comedy show. Amid the laughter coming from the screen, the three of us raised our glasses together. "To a bright future! May we always shine!"

“The sentence will be reduced.” “Are you sure that you do not want to apologize before you are disgraced.” Penn returned. “It is not too late, you can quit while you are ahead.” “I am not a quitter.” Cain growls as Penn replied him still in the same tone. “And I am not a criminal.” Cain chuckled. “We will see.” He stated. Simply as Curtis enters the yard again with Stanley this time. “You wanted to see me sire.” Curtis asked nervously, his hands were sweaty as he tried to discreetly wipe them down, when Penn nosed curled in distaste, he knew that he was not successful with hiding it.