"I said 'act like my boyfriend' for just five minutes, not 'act like my fucking husband' for the rest of your life!" Adrian Price half-yelled, his fingers curled into a tight fist as he glared at the terrifying, yet super gorgeous man in front of him. Giovanni Marino blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of Adrian's figure into his memory, not minding that he was disturbing his work at all. "I don't see a big difference between the two." "Oh, for fuck sake! You're a thug, but surely you're not dumb, are you? Do you not know when to stop?" Adrian scoffed, his anger growing thicker. "Sadly, I don't seem to know what 'stop' means. You made the idea of being someone's boyfriend sound so great now I don't think I wanna stop." Adrian Price knew asking a mobster to fake being his boyfriend would get a lot of unnecessary attention from lustful eyes off him, but what he never knew was that the man he had just picked was no different from the unwanted pests that lingered around him, wanting to have a taste of him. Giovanni Marino enjoyed clubbing as much as he enjoyed killing; however, despite this, he was extremely lonely. Now, the big bad man had found a toy he could play with, and he was having the best fun of his life. Would he ever stop and return to his lonely life? That, he wasn't sure he could do that. Not even when he realized Adrian was his enemy's son. He needed Adrian, either to break him or to make him.
View MoreADRIAN"Hey, Gracie. I have to go." I called out, walking out of the kitchen, wiping my hands with a small towel I had picked up from the counter.I had offered to do the dishes after everyone else had done eating. Honestly, I actually offered to do it just to escape Marcelo and his heated gaze at me.Grace walked over to me and handed me a hand cream. "Told you to let me do the dishes. You're just too stubborn.""It's alright. Since I didn't help out with the cooking the least I could do is help with the dishes." I smiled, applying the hand cream that smelled just like honey and was smooth on my skin like a butter.I handed Grace the small towel and the hand cream. She opened her mouth to talk but closed it back when we heard giggles from the living room."Are you sure that guy is not into you? I swear he likes you." Grace smirked, looking in the direction of where Marcelo and Tobi were playing video game in the living room.Marcelo was winning, and he wouldn't stop giving Tobi shit
ADRIAN My feet hurt so damn bad I wanted to cut them off and toss them into the nearest dumpster. I trudged up the walk to Grace's apartment from the food court where I had stopped to get us some cupcakes, brownies, ice cream sundaes, nachos and wings. For our gossip Sunday breakfast.If I had known five minutes walk on a Sunday morning would make me feel like an expired chicken, I wouldn't have dropped out of Marcelo's car to get desserts.Speaking of Marcelo, I heard a car honk right next to me and I almost jumped out of my skin."Fucking hell? Dude!" I grunted, glaring at the familiar car I had come to recognise against my own will.The car window rolled down, and Marcelo poked his head out, staring at the desserts bag in my hand. "Is it edible?"He gazed up at me with an irresistibly innocent expression that was just too cute to resist, his slow blink making me want to hand over the entire dessert bag to him.But no. This bastard is far from being innocent and cute, and he doesn'
ADRIAN "Hey, are you coming over for breakfast? Tobias is already here, we are waiting for you." Grace asked, the sound of plates hitting against kitchen counter was so loud in the background that I almost didn't hear what she said."Jesus, G. I'm just waking up now." I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I tossed and turned on my bed, stretching my arm."That doesn't answer my question, baby D." She huffed, and I imagined her rolling her eyes. "Are you coming? Or what?"Of course Grace would be the first person to call me on a Sunday morning. Both Grace and Tobi always have breakfast together every Sunday and they always wanted me there."I'm not sure." I grumbled, sitting up on my bed and tossed the blanket away. It landed on the floor. "I'm tired."Looking around my room, it was a little messy in here and I wondered what Giovanni would say about the situation of my room if he should be here. That neat freak.The thought brought a warm smile to my face that I almost forgot about Grace who
GIOVANNI"Do you think you will be able to get inside the main building just by killing me?" The bastard coughed out blood, looking up at me with his messed up face.I shrugged, pulling out my gloves and put them on. "That's my problem to worry about."I hadn't really expected it to be this easy to sneaked into Volkov Bratva's mansion, but his guys were unexpectedly sloppy.I would have easily made my way into the main building where the blueprint was kept, if it didn't require I used a fucking thumbprint to enter.Only three people has access to the main building. Volkov Bratva, his right hand man and his dear cousin.I wouldn't have resorted to killing Volkov Bratva's right hand man if the bastard had just given me his fucking thumb without putting up a fight."Fuck!" The bastard coughed again, spitting out blood on the marble floor. "You are so going to regret this. Volkov won't let it slide if you kill me.""You think I give a shit about that?" I scoffed, crouching to his level an
ADRIAN "Oh!" The sales lady said suddenly, turning around to face us. "I have something for you gentlemen."I stood still, staring between the cart full of sex toys, and the sales lady who seemed to be overly too happy to introduce us to another sex toy.I didn't understand, just how many more toys did she intended to make Marcelo buy?"Does it work okay?" Marcelo asked, his grip tightening around the cart. For some reason he seemed nervous about this.Maybe because this was his first time in a sex shop, or because he was shopping for toys he was going to use on another man.Whichever was the reason for his awkwardness, he has to deal with it on his own. He wanted this."Honey, it does so much more than okay." The lady beamed, walking over to us with a shiny purple box and handed it to Marcelo with a wink. "Be sure to be gentle on him." She added, glancing my way."I will be." Marcelo grinned, dropping the box in the cart."You don't look like it, but okay." The lady smiled, stealing
ADRIAN Fire burned my lungs as I took one step forward and another step and then another.Each steps I took towards Marcelo Marino felt like I was walking towards my death, but I couldn't stop walking towards him. I had to. I needed to know what he was doing in front of my apartment this late at night.It would have been better if Giovanni was still in New York, but so bad he wasn't here. Maybe Marcelo wanted to use the opportunity of the absence of his brother to get rid of me?No one would save me from him now. I would be as good as dead before Giovanni gets back to the city. In this moment, I wanted to do a lot of things. To appreciate the good people who had always been there for me.I wanted to call Carlos and tell him how grateful I was for having him in my life. Without his help, life would have been much more harder for me. It was all because of him I had a roof over my head, and a job that keeps me from going to bed hungry.I wanted to call both Tobi and Grace, to appreciate
ADRIAN When the taxi finally pulled to a stop in a touristy street that I had never been to before in my life, we stepped out of the car and stared at the shop in front of us.I let out a deep breath, glaring at the shop that was lit up in neon. Noah must have noticed the way I stared at the tattoo shop.That definitely was the tattoo shop. This was something I decided on doing but didn't know why I was feeling this nervous."Are you having a second thought? We could go back if you're not sure about this." He said, touching my shoulder.I shrugged, I had come a long way from Nexus Point to just turn back now. "Not gonna happen. I'm not going back home until I get my body inked.""You sounds so confident for a guy who is visibly shaking." Noah teased, but I didn't have the luxury to argue back.My first thought was Dad and Mom would fucking kill me if I got ink on my skin, but fuck that. I couldn't care less about what they say anymore.They never for once saw the light in me anyways,
GIOVANNI "Everything is ready, Dad. I'll report back to you tomorrow at nineteen hundred hours." I grumbled, grounding my teeth as I watched Volkov Bratva guys trooping into the mansion through the binocular. "I know you can do this, kid. Make me proud." Dad said, I could picture the sly grin on his wrinkled face before the call went dead. "Fucking asshole." I hissed, moved the binocular down from my face and threw it on the table next to the window. "This is not going to be easy but I'm definitely going to see it through." I groaned, pushing my fingers through my hair. Volkov had his guys stationed everywhere in his mansion, they were all heavily armed. Breaking into the mansion was already out of the options. I had moved into the hotel that was much more closer to Volkov Bratva's mansion earlier today, and I had thought this would make my mission a lot more easier. But I was wrong. The more I thought this was getting easier, the harder it gets. "Fucking shit!" I growled
ADRIAN "How is this donut going to get you a boyfriend?" I asked, frowning. I looked down at the donut box and moved my gaze back up to stare at Gabe. Blinking nervously.Didn't want to believe he was actually talking about me or if I was being paranoid. Just like Giovanni said, was I that too easy that people would think they could win me over with a piece of donut.I would hate to have to tell him he was right.Gabe searched my face, and I saw the way his eyebrows drew together. The concern on his face made me shift in my seat. I really hoped I was wrong because I was starting to like this guy.Gabe chuckled softly, running his finger over his nose."Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" He asked with a raised eyebrow."Of course not. You're not making me feel uncomfortable in any way." I lied through my teeth, letting out a shaky laugh."Good." He said, pressing his lips together. "Well, to answer your question I would say..." He trailed off, searching my eyes as if to give him per
ADRIANI glared at my reflection in the mirror, fury and hurt etched on my face. My hands clenched into tight fists as I gazed down at the damage the wine had done to my shirt. The crimson stains spread across the fabric like a map of chaos, a constant reminder of my life at Great Fisher.A wave of loathing washed over me. I hated this city, its suffocating grip choking the life out of me. My own life was a sham, a never-ending cycle of disappointment. My family, a constant source of frustration. And this job... I hated every minute spent at the Great Fisher, the pretentious boss, the backstabbing colleagues, the suffocating routine and the damned horny bastards that patronise this place.I hated how every client in this bar only see me as a means of entertainment. To them, I was nothing more than a distraction, a plaything to be used for their amusement. My role as a server was constantly diminished, reduced to mere eye candy.It wasn't their fault, it was my damn family's fault for...
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