Chapter Six: My Sir Tiny
Tiny saw the weapon and knew instantly what Otis was going to do. He had never disobeyed or attempted to control Otis' behavior before, but only one rational thought raced through his mind. Protect Daisy.
His hand flew up to grab Otis' arm. Otis was a strong man, but he was no match for the strength of the almost eight foot tall Tiny. The gun fell to the floor.
"So you're contaminated too," Otis said in disgust.
The whole room was silent. Even Grampa Hugo sat quietly in his chair, watching to see what would happen. Tiny kept a hold onto Otis' forearm as the albino man stared at him, trying to force him to let go. Years of Otis' superiority finally wore down Tiny's resolve and he finally released his foster brother's arm. Otis reached down for his gun and put it back in his waistband before standing up slowly.
"This isn't over," he said as he walked out the dining room door.
All eyes flew back to Tiny, who looked down at the table.
"Bravo Sir Tiny!" Daisy's sweet voice broke the silence. She grinned and blew a kiss over at the giant man.
He kept his eyes averted, not wanting to look Daisy or anyone else straight in the eye. Wondering what Otis would do in retaliation for his interference, Tiny began to fidget with an uncomfortable feeling that he or Daisy would have to pay for it later.
A small hand patted his thigh and Tiny looked up to see Daisy smiling at him. Her touch was comforting, and he managed a smile back. Somehow, her touch made everything less worrisome.
Mama glanced quickly from Daisy to Tiny, her brow furrowed in confusion. Daisy was beaming at her son with a gleam in her eye Mama recognized. What she saw unnerved her. Her gaze fell on Rufus, and she drew in a breath. Her firstborn was glaring angrily at his brother, fists clenched on the table in front of him.
"There's trouble a-brewin'," Mama murmured to herself.
Sitting with her eyebrow raised, staring at her friend in amusement, Baby caught her mother's eye and grinned. She knew what was going on, hell, she was used to it. It had been the same way when they were children: Rufus wanting and occasionally getting the girl and Tiny loving her but having to worship her from afar. The brothers used to fight with each other about Daisy from the time she grew tits at thirteen years old.
Baby smirked and leaned back in her chair, twirling a blonde curl around her finger. Things were about to get interesting. Very interesting.
The rumble of a car engine pulling up to the house snapped everyone out of their thoughts. Baby jumped up from her seat with a happy grin.
"Daddy's here!" she cried.