GIOVANNII rolled onto my stomach, pressing my face into the pillow, and Adrian's intoxicating scent flooded my senses. The primal aroma stirred something deep within me, leaving me breathless and yearning."Fuck." I groaned into the pillow, Adrian's sweet floral scent was too strong to be ignored.My cock throbbed, pressing hard against the bed. I moved my hand to cup my erection, and I let out a shaky breath."Fuck that bastard for doing this to me." I hissed, rolling back on my back, staring up at the ceiling.Memory of last night flooded my mind, making my cock grew thicker in my sweatpants. Making me let out a curse word.When I brought Adrian here last night, all I wanted was to fuck him out of my system. I had never really expected myself to wake up this morning to the thought of him in my mind.Worse, the mere thought of him, and how his greedy ass had taken me deep last night made me hard. I was so fucking horny right now that I didn't even know when I took my cock in my hand
ADRIAN Carlos entered into the room, and I immediately ended the call before he could catch up on what was happening. I still haven't told him anything about my encounter with Giovanni yet, and I didn't even know how to tell him. Carlos would be so furious if I told him I had a hot night with a man like Giovanni Marino. He would call me an hypocrite for trying to get him out of trouble when I was shoving myself into a danger zone. "Hey, good morning." I grinned at him, putting my phone away. Carlos rolled his eyes, walking over to the dresser as he stood in front of the full length mirror. "Don't talk to me." He grumbled, fumbling with his hair as he dried it with a towel. I sat up on the bed, my hands joined together. "Why not?" He craned his neck to stare at me, his eyes focused on my neck and I immediately pulled the collar of the shirt to cover my neck. "Because you are a very bad liar, Adrian. I don't talk to liars." Carlos scoffed angrily, returning his gaze ba
GIOVANNIMarcelo wasn't picking my calls, same thing with Dad. I went to dad's penthouse earlier, but he wasn't at home. Same with his minions.I was worried sick about my brother. He was the one in charge of the warehouse that the feds raided, and the fact that Dad had already known about it didn't make me feel any better.If anything should happen to my brother, I would forget about doing things on the low end go straight to Price Russell and put five bullets in his damn skull.Why the fuck did he have to poke his nose in our business? We paid the higher ups, even the people that put uniform on him seek us whenever they needed to do something dirty but we're too afraid to get their hands dirty.We did their dirty jobs for them in exchange for our business to remained as legal as the feds would want it to be. So why can't Price Russell fucking drop out case and find something else to do?I was fucking furious right now, close to fuming in rage. My hands tightened on the steering whee
ADRIAN "You seriously think I will believe that?" Giovanni barked angrily, pressing the gun against my temple as he pushed me into the room, locking the door behind us. The cold metal against my temple made my breath hitched, my heart thumping crazily in my chest. For a moment, I couldn't even remember what Giovanni was asking me, until he pushed me forward to sit on a long table that looked like a medical lab table. I gasped when my butt landed on the cold metal table. I was now sitting naked on the table. Giovanni had made me left my clothes inside the car after he tore it off my body with a knife. There was no one to blame for my situation. I fucking brought this upon myself. "Answer me, Adrian." Giovanni demanded, pushing himself to stand between my legs, his erection against my stomach made my sanity slipped out of the window. "Wh—what?" I panted, forcing my gaze to stare at his chest. I didn't want to look into his eyes, fear I would end up falling for his hands
GIOVANNI After fucking Adrian's mouth to the point his voice had gone hoarse. I cum into his mouth and felt him swallowed every last drop of my cum before pulling out of his mouth. "Fuck." Adrian cursed, panting breathlessly as he tried wiping his mouth but since his wrists had be bound together, he had to use his tongue. I yanked him off the table and flung him over my shoulder, carrying him to the only room in this warehouse. Adrian grunted when I shoved him onto the queen sized bed. He bounced back a little and tried moving back but he was too tired to do so. I smirked down at him, knowing by the time I was done with him, he would not be able to walk out of this place on his own feet. Staring down at him, his sexy body did something dangerous to me and I cursed under my breath. Adrian was still in my shirt and I loved the way he look in nothing but my shirt that was overly too big for him. Cute. No. That was fucking sexy. I picked a knife on the table, walking ove
ADRIANThrobbing. Fucking throbbing. That was all I could feel at first. My whole body was throbbing and the pain all settled in my head, making it seem heavier than it normally was.And then, I felt a weight on my chest, the feeling of Giovanni's heavy head, and his big arm on top of me. I forced my eyes open. Click.The sounds of lighter clicking reached my ears, and the horrible smell of cigarettes reached my nose at the same time. I groaned, rolling over until I stopped hearing the sound.I felt Giovanni moved his head away, and I could also hear metal chair scraping against the concrete floor.With the heavy weight on my chest gone, I could finally breath again. I looked around the room, realising we were still at the warehouse.My mind was a jumble of mess until I remembered what Giovanni had done. Everything he had done to my body.The throbbing in my body intensified as I pictured every moment from earlier. I didn't even know how long earlier was, because it felt like it ha
GIOVANNIMy brother, Nikola, sometimes call me a cocky bastard, and I meant, just anyone would be as cocky as I am if they were in my position.A wide grin took over my face as I carried Adrian to the car, he wrapped his arms around my neck and hid his face in my chest as he tried to hide his tired face from me.This was my doing.I was the one who made him this way, and it somehow boosted my already full to the brim ego.I loved the tired look in his eyes when he looked at me earlier, the way his eyes teared up as he begged me to stop, but the way his ass kept milking my cock made me feel like a fucking superman.Well, hello Satan, this is Giovanni Marino and I am reporting live from my domain. This boy right here in my arms loves my cock so much, so please don't take me now."Aren't we there yet? It's freaking cold." Adrian grumbled into my chest and I stared down at him, flashing him a wicked grin."Don't be too scared of catching cold, I mean, I'm here to warm you up." I beamed be
ADRIANAll I wanted was for that bastard to drive me to Noah's, since going home to Carlos in just over sized shirt and body full of hickeys was out of question.But I had to shut up and abort the idea since Giovanni seemed to take it the wrong way. I meant, it wasn't as if Noah hadn't seen me naked before.Sometimes we even bathed together at Great Fisher after our shift and Noah had never for once made any advance towards me, or even checked me out in the bathroom. That dude was as straight as a dictionary definition of "vanilla".So, why Giovanni would be getting all mad and worked up at me going to Noah's for clothes was what I didn't really understand. It wasn't as if I was going to fuck the dude or something.And what if I did fuck him? Why should that be his problem? It wasn't as if we were dating or anything.“Was the steak cooked okay?” Giovanni asked with a smile, watching me eat from across the table.“Perfect.” I grumbled, shoving steak in my mouth and munched angrily on i
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