Sodapop Curtis Personality Novels & Stories

"Seriously, Renato? Do you really think you're a kid?" Renato pouted, pointing at Curtis, "This little shit is being mean to me!" Curtis, still fuming, crossed his arms and huffed, looking like a miniature dictator who'd just been denied his nap. "Uncle, do you know this ugly man?" Curtis asked, his gaze fixed on Renato with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. I shot Renato a "you're being serious right now" look. Yeah, likability wasn't exactly his strong suit.

"Appletini, please...oh, I'm so sorry..." The sexy captain America look alike smiled but move back to give me some space and I bite my lip and smile at him. I was going all out wanting to get it over with while I could still see Gene on the corner of the room pretending to talk to some hot redhead woman. I was feeling insecure seeing the man beside me, thinking he could surely beat me up to a pulp if he's a straight homophobic guy. "It's okay, don't think I've seen guys ordered that in a while." Curtis Cuthbert was looking more and more straight as he said the words with his deep manly voice.

Soon, the waiters began serving dishes and drinks one after another. Calvin got up to pour drinks and serve dishes for them. The two children had endless topics to chat about and got along exceptionally well. The adults didn't disturb them. Margot knew that Curtis couldn't eat much, so she made his dishes lighter. Tommy and Calvin didn't know that Curtis was ill, so they poured him beer. Little did they know that Curtis would reject them. "You two drink. Curtis has quit drinking." Tommy didn't know why this big CEO had to quit drinking. He smiled and said, "Can't you at least drink a small cup for a toast? Just one."

He opened the door. “Come on in, man. How you doing?” “Good.” Curtis ambled in all deceptively casual, his blue eyes taking in everything in mere seconds. Now that Gabi knew he had a military background, she wondered how the hell she’d ever missed the man’s keen intelligence and observation skills before now. Curtis, Dillon, Alex and Wes all looked like they were ready for anything all the time, and she wondered what kind of training had made them like that. “Hey, hon.” Curtis’ voice was its usual gravel. “You doing OK?”

But until they had Sapphire out of whatever nightmare she’d gotten herself into, he had to tread carefully. Unlike most of the Donovans, who were tall and blond, Curtis was a short, stocky guy with shoulder-length brown hair and a goatee. He had small, kinda beady brown eyes, and a nose that looked too long for his face. At first glance, he seemed harmless enough, until you got to know what a ruthless little bastard he was. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here,” Curtis said. “I lost one of my best men because of you, and had to fire another.” Razl snorted. “If they were your best, Donovan, then you need to do some new recruiting.”

Dylan completed the statement and Liam chuckled. I don’t find it amusing though but I also don’t find it offensive. I’m just not in a great mood today. Well, I haven’t been since three days ago when we took Curtis. Curtis is complicated in his own way. I made my way to my office. As much as pride ruled his life, he has a quality many boss craves in their men ; Loyalty. Yes, Curtis has absolutely no sense of humility, and empathy is a word that is strange in his world but if there is one person Curtis would never betray, it is the Don and even the Don knows that.

“You gonna have a housewarming thing?” “Maria wants to, so yeah.” Curtis laughed, thinking about the conversation with Aidan a minute earlier. “She’s got you right where she wants you, huh?” “You know it, Manning.” “Yeah.” Curtis looked over at Tessa again, saw Aidan with his arm around Gabi. “We’re all the same.” “Who are?” “Us badass fuckers who can take down most anyone with our baby finger – but if our women ask us for anything, we melt like butter.”

“Now… you want to share some of your birthday cake with everyone else?” He had wanted to, and that was the night that everything changed for Curtis at Curves. It had always been a damn good place to work, in terms of the money and the job, and he’d liked his colleagues just fine. Jax was a great boss, and Curtis had even liked most of the regulars. But he hadn’t shown any of that. He hadn’t gotten to know anybody, not really, and he sure as fuck hadn’t let them get to know him.

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 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.