ADRIAN Two things I loved the most today, if you take out the surprise kiss I got from Giovanni Marino earlier, what I loved was that we were having a good business today, and most of the customers were those who knew nothing about makeup. I loved helping new people get familiar with the colorful world of makeup. I always loved the delightful look they always pulled on whenever I showed them that there were more to makeup than just mascara and lipstick. This guy that was with me right now, Dave, came here to get makeup for his girlfriend as a gift and he knew little to nothing about makeup. He had been following me around the store for the past thirty minutes as I showed him different things he could get for his girlfriend and she would love it. Dave seemed to have loved everything I showed to him, but he didn't know his girlfriend's skin type which I found it cute. "Believe me, I know she's very cute and adorable but I knew nothing about colour type, skin number and all the rest
GIOVANNIWaking up to the sound of my alarm blaring angrily into my ears like a bitch. I groaned, picked the source of the noise and I was about to throw it away when I realized it was my phone."Fuck!" I groaned, gripping the phone tightly and I was afraid I might actually break it if I didn't let go."Why the fuck did I even set the alarm!" I barked angrily as I tossed on the bed. I now laid on my back, eyes glaring up at the white ceiling.I moved my phone up to my face to see that the time was just 5:30 in the morning."That bastard!" I hissed, tossing my phone to one side before getting off the bed. I had almost forgotten that I had set up alarm to wake me up every morning just in time to get ready to pick Adrian up for work."What am I? His personal chauffeur?" I sneered angrily, picked up my pants and threw them on.I walked over to the window and parted the curtains, letting the morning ray cascading down into my bedroom.Staring down at the city from my window, I couldn't hel
ADRIANCall me stupid because I think I deserved it.Even though I had cursed at Giovanni and told him off never to come see me again, I still half expected to see him leaning against his car when I walk out of my door this morning.The disappointment I felt when I walked out of my apartment this morning and there was no Giovanni Marino waiting for me made. That made me wish I hadn't yelled at him like that.Maybe I was really stupid for feeling disappointed when Giovanni had clearly done exactly what I had asked of him.Throughout my shift at the Berry Hour, I was looking out of the door every time someone walked in, hoping it would be Giovanni Marino.But he never came, same thing when I was working my shift at the Queen's. If I had known I wouldn't lose me job at the cosmetic shop, maybe I wouldn't have reacted that way towards Giovanni.I groaned, hissing as I restocked the beer. "He didn't even put up a fight. He just stopped coming as if he had been wanting to stop coming."Idio
GIOVANNI Standing under the shower, I let water poured down on my head and it rolled down my body, washing away any traces of blood that might still be sticking onto my hair.My shoulders tensed, feeling restless as I washed up. I stepped out of the shower, throwing a washed towel over my waist."Clothes." I said, snapping my fingers at Dominic who came running over to give me the clothes he had brought for me to change into.I took the clothes from him and quickly changed into them. I watched my brother through my peripheral as he stepped beside me, grumbling as he put on his clothes."Are you okay?" He asked, making me snapped my neck in his direction to look at him.Frowning, I said. "I'm okay. Why did you ask?"Marcelo shrugged, rolling his shoulders. "You look kind of stressed."Of course I was fucking stressed out. My mind was a fucking mess and it felt like my head was going to blow up any moment from now."I'm good. Thank you." I said shortly, working the buttons on my shirt.
ADRIAN"Remind me why I haven't been coming with you to T-Jay's shows?" Noah's soft voice whispered into my ear as he swayed his body to the music. "I'm having the best night of my life."I chuckled, holding him close as I said, "you know, not many straight men finds gay bar this fun. Who exactly are you? What have you done to my straight friend?"Noah tipped his head back, laughing so hard before leaning back closer. "I hate to break this you, but, I think you won't be seeing your straight friend anymore after this night."I faked gasp. "Why? What have you done?""What do you mean?" Noah smirked, grinning devilishly. "I mean, have you seen T-Jay?""True." I smiled proudly, craning my neck in direction of the stage where Tyler Hanson, my favourite gay singer stood, singing and twisting his lean body beautifully to his own song.Tyler's striking appearance commanded attention under the spotlight. His blonde hair was styled in four intricate braids, adorned with sparkling stones that ca
GIOVANNI Once we got outside to where I parked my car, Adrian smirked, leaning his back against it. I felt my body tense up, and agitation flowed through me. I hated when people treated my car like it was nothing, but to me, that sleek black Cadillac sedan was more than just a car. It was like my child, and I treated it with utmost care. Surprisingly, when I moved closer to Adrian, I felt my anger died down the moment I stared into his big brown eyes. His eyes were just too cute that I wondered if anyone could stayed mad at him for long after staring into his brown orbs. "Get in." I slipped behind the wheel, and only a second passed as Adrian looked back at the club as if he had left something behind. He ran over to my passenger seat after another minute had passed and I was beginning to wonder if he had had a second thought about this. "Are you sure you don't want to go back in there?" I grumbled, biting down a deep grunt that was threatening to escape my lips. Adrian did
ADRIANMy knees bounced as Giovanni Marino drove us to his place. The adrenaline rush from the little make out season we just had hadn't completely washed off, and I was a little bit surprised that I was feeling this nervous when I was the one who started it.I wanted Giovanni Marino in a way I hadn't want anyone before. I wanted him inside me, in my mouth and everywhere in my body.I wanted his hands on my body, I wanted to feel his hands everywhere. It wasn't a lie that his mere presence woke the hunger I had been trying to suppress for a while now.I couldn't even remember the last time I had sex, and it hadn't bothered me until now. I needed Giovanni Marino the same way I needed air.A large hand cupped my knee, making its way up to my thigh. I hissed, craning my neck to stare at Giovanni who had his eyes on me all along."You should focus on the road." I complained, still not taking my eyes off him. There was something about his pure silver eyes that seemed to be piercing throug
GIOVANNII relaxed into my seat, gawking at Adrian as if I would miss the whole show if I should take my eyes off him for just one second."Show me, I want to see how you get yourself off." I growled, the tent in my pants was making it hard to stay still.I wanted to watch Adrian fuck his own fist, I wanted to see how the sassy little bastard touch himself when no one was looking. I wanted to know how he pleased himself, and the kind of name he moaned to when his orgasm built and was ready to blow out his load."Shit!" Adrian hissed, pressing his thighs together, denying me the view of his beautiful cock."Get the fuck out if you're not going to do it." I barked angrily, clenching the glass in my hand.Adrian cheeks heated up as he slowly stretched out his hand. Flashing me the most sluttiest look I have ever seen. "Give me that drink. I've never touched myself in front of anyone before so I'm going to need it."The corner of my lips curved into a sly smirk. "Really?"He really wante
ADRIAN TWO YEARS LATER It's been two years since that night, and after the fire incident that splashed across the news the next day. A warehouse had been burned down during a raid, resulting from an FBI operation targeting one of the most dangerous gangs in New York City. The raid had killed most of the FBI agents and gang members. I still couldn't believe it was the same warehouse we had all been to that night. Would I have died if Kisra hadn't rescued us? Would Giovanni...? No, I didn't want to think about that possibility. My dad's body was found among the dead FBI agents, but they soon realized he wasn't completely dead and rushed him to the hospital. He's been in a coma ever since. My brother and I had been contemplating visiting him in the hospital but I still didn't feel like going to see him. Benedetto Marino's body, however, was never found. The family assumed he had been burned to ashes, which explained why the police couldn't find his body among the dead bodies
ADRIAN Kyra Israel. Kyra fucking Israel!I fucking knew that name rang a bell the other day I met her. She was one of my dad's special agents. I should have known she was the one; I should have fucking known she wasn't who she pretended to be.Giovanni was mad, furious even. He had been pacing back and forth in the living room, firing off a rapid barrage of curses in Italian. He had refused treatment, not wanting Kisra to come near him. "If she makes a single mistake and walks closer to me," he had snarled, "I'll rip her head off."He said he needed a moment to think, but it had been over an hour since we got home, and he still hadn't been treated. He was still bleeding badly, and I feared he was going to bleed out and die.I should go to him, I thought. I should tell him, while he was still mad, that Kisra might not be exactly who he thought he knew. But she was still the same person, even though she was wearing a different uniform. He still needed her help; he still needed to get
GIOVANNI A gunshot echoed through the air as Father shot Price Russell's hand, shattering the one holding the gun. Price collapsed to his knees, cursing loudly. He attempted to reach for his gun, but Father shot his knees before kicking the weapon out of his reach."I told you never to show your face to me ever again," Father growled, stalking closer as he fired his gun in anger. "I promised I would never let it slide if you laid your hands on any of my sons, but you just had to test me, didn't you?"Price Russell let out a muffled grunt when Father stopped in front of him, pressing his gun to Price's forehead."You sickening bastard!" Price spat."Yes, I am a sickening bastard!" Father retorted, his laughter devoid of humor.This was real? How could it be? Dad hated us, I knew that. But here he was, standing right in front of me. Getting all mad because Price Russell had shot me? But why? Why the hell was he confusing me?"Why are you here, Dad?" I grunted, trying to sit up but fall
I have a funeral service for my grandmother to attend today, so I won't be able to share the rest of the chapters. Hopefully, I'll be able to post the remaining four chapters tomorrow. Thank you. (•.•)✨ The story of the Marino brothers and their sweet boyfriends, along with the crazy parents, is practically coming to an end. I'm feeling a mix of excitement and sadness, and I'm curious to know if you are too.
GIOVANNI My fingers moved swiftly, snapping the binds that had held Marcelo's hands captive for so long. He was finally free. As the ropes fell away, Marcelo's eyes locked onto mine, a flicker of relief and gratitude dancing in their depths. But our moment of triumph was short-lived. The sound of a gun being cocked against my temple cut through the air, and my heart sank. I clenched my jaw, fighting to keep my emotions in check. Fear, anger, and adrenaline all swirled together in a toxic mix, threatening to overwhelm me. I forced myself to remain still, to appear unbothered, even as my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "What's the meaning of this madness?" I asked, my voice icy and controlled, as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. I couldn't afford to let my true feelings slip, not now, when every word and action counted. "Is this how you treat your business partners?" I demanded, turning to face Volkov, my eyes locking onto his cold, unyielding glare. The gun
GIOVANNI "Giovanni... Shit!" Marcelo grunted, his voice strained, as one of the Bratvas grabbed him, yanking him back down with brutal force. The damned bastard tossed Marcelo to the floor as if he weighed nothing, sending a jolt of anger through me."Fucking stay, brat!" Volkov sneered, his eyes glinting with malice as he met my gaze head-on. He pressed his leg onto Marcelo's shoulder, pinning him to the dirty floor. The sound of Marcelo's pained grunt made my blood boil.Fucking hell! Rage and desperation clawed at my chest. "Fucking let go of him this instant!" I growled, my finger clenched tightly around my gun. My heart pounded in my ears, my mind racing with fear.I fucking froze for a moment, my heart racing with fear. What if this transaction didn't go as planned? What if Volkov caught on before we could get out of here? We had our boys stationed outside, scouting the area, but the Bratvas outnumbered us. Their sheer numbers made my skin crawl, and for a moment, I doubte
MARCELO A blow landed on my face, sending my head jerking to the side. Blood dripped down my cheek and some of it caught in my lips, slipping into my mouth. I tasted the metallic tang of blood on my tongue, and it made my stomach churn.A vicious kick to the wooden seat I was tied to sent me crashing to the floor, my wrists bound together behind my back. The blindfold pressing my eyes shut, plunging me into an inky blackness. I couldn't see anything, not even a sliver of light.A groan tore from my lips as pain exploded through my body. "Hmmph..." I grunted, my voice strained. I tried to crawl forward, but a rough hand grasped my ankles, yanking me back. My bare chest scraped against the concrete floor, the friction igniting a fire of agony. It felt as if thousands of needles were scattered across the floor, each one piercing my skin like a sharp shard of razor.I writhed, desperate to escape the torment, but my restraints held firm. The darkness seemed to closing in around me, s
ADRIAN Tears streamed down my face as I sprinted out of the living room, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere. My mind reeled with the conversation I had just overheard. Dad couldn't be talking about me and my brother. He couldn't be implying that we weren't his biological sons. The thought sent a wave of pain and hurt crashing through me, and I desperately wished the last eighteen hours had never happened. I stumbled out into the hallway, panting and gasping for breath. I pressed my back against the wall, trying to calm my racing heart. Benedetto's voice echoed through the building, his words dripping with venom. "Get out, Price Russell! And don't ever show your face to me or my sons again, or I'll kill you!" My father's response was a hissed "Fuck you!" as he stormed out of the living room. He seemed furious, his face twisted in a scowl. He was so mad that he didn't notice me standing there. Benedetto called out from inside after a few minutes had passed, his vo
ADRIAN The words echoed in my mind like a mantra.This is not my father. The man in front of me, kneeling between Benedetto's legs, was an imposter. I felt a wave of confusion wash over me as I stared at him.My father's face was contorted in shock, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth as he remained frozen in a kneeling position. His eyes were wide with terror, and his skin had paled to a sickly shade.How could this man, this broken, submissive shell of a person, be my father? The man I knew, the man who had raised me, was a tyrant, a monster who had sought to break me and remake me in his own image.He had hated me for being gay, had sought to "fix" me, to mold me into a straight man. But this...this person in front of me was not that man. He was weak, submissive, and terrified.I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at him, my mind reeling with questions. Who was this imposter? And what had happened to my real father?Words kept getting stuck, and it angered me eve