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
GIOVANNIAdrian excused himself to use the bathroom and I used the opportunity to put everything back in order before he returned.I knew that little shit would pressure me to take him home the moment he got back, and I still have to wipe the kitchen clean before I would go anywhere.I hated mess, and the state of my kitchen right now was anything but neat. I didn't mind leaving the kitchen dirty if Adrian asked me to fuck me, but aside from sex, nothing would make me leave this place before putting everything away.After I was done here, I decided to pour myself another glass of vodka so I could get myself busy. My dick was telling me to go meet Adrian in the bathroom, maybe he might let me go inside him again.But then, the elevator dinged and I felt blood rushing through my ears as I rushed out of the kitchen.That was definitely my brother, Marcelo. I had to stop him and send him out of here before he could stepped out of the elevator. But I was too late."Hey, brother." The idiot
ADRIANI would be lying if I said I wasn't terrified in this moment. My whole body was vibrating with sheer horror as I hugged Giovanni tightly, refusing to let go.The last five minutes were a surreal blur. I never could have imagined I would someday be crossing paths with Marcelo Marino, let alone finding myself at the mercy of his blade, pressed menacingly against my neck.The adrenaline rush had refused to wash off, even though it was just me and Giovanni here now. A little voice whispered in my ear and said Marcelo Marino might still be in the room with us, and he would hurt me if I dare move away from Giovanni. So, I held tightly onto him.It was funny how I could be hiding myself away in the broad chest of Giovanni Marino right now when he had said it for more than five times today that he would kill me."Any chances you're going to let go of my waist so I could look at you?" Giovanni whispered into my ear and I flinched back, instantly letting go of him.Giovanni stared at me,
ADRIAN "Carlos!" I gasped, eyes widening in shock. "What happened? Why are you crying?" I rushed over to where he was standing by the window, grabbing his shoulder and turned him around to face me. His eyes were swollen with tears. "Did you hurt yourself? Why are you crying?" I asked, frowning when he wouldn't stop crying. I cupped his face in both hands, turning his face sideways to see if he indeed hurt himself. But to my surprise, there were no traces of injury or bruises on his face. So what happened? Why is he crying? "Is it your Dad?" I asked, confusion plastered on my face. Carlos shook his head, his shoulders trembling as he tried to stop his tears but failed woefully. "I..." He sniffed, pushing his body against mine and hugging me tightly. He inhaled me. "I thought you left me. I thought you're not coming back." "What?" I chuckled, rubbing circle on his lower back. "Why wouldn't I come back? This is my home." "I know." He grumbled, rubbing his face against m
GIOVANNIAs the call abruptly cut off, a gut feeling hinted that Adrian had silenced something or someone on his end, a sound he probably didn't want me to hear. I wanted to dial him again, but decided to let it be for now.Right now, I had to deal with my nutjob brother and I would be fucked if I didn't address what he saw at my place before the daybreak.Marcelo might have been my brother, and he might have loved me so much but even his loyalty to me has its limits. If he noticed anything that could be of help to the family, he would go for it without a second thought.If he thought, which it was true, that Adrian's life might bought our brother's freedom, he wouldn't be able to keep it in to himself, he would tell father. And if father should know about Adrian's existence in my life, I would be forced to kill him."That's never going to happen." I cursed under my breath, tightening my grip around the steering wheel.I slipped my phone into my pocket and shifted my gaze out of the c
GIOVANNI Fury seethed through me like burning inferno as I stood face-to-face with him. My anger boiled over, a raging tempest that threatened to consume me whole. Every fiber of my being screamed for violence.I wanted to lunge at him, grasp his throat, and stop him from existing. I yearned to snap his neck severely, to rip him limb from limb, and to watch as he disintegrated into nothingness. The air around me seemed to vibrate with my never contained rage. My head screaming at me to destroy him. To punch him, smash his face until he became a fucking puddle.I clenched my fists, breathing heavily as I held myself back from doing all the things I had been planning to do to him when I finally get my hands on him.It was his fault for letting Dad get into my head and fucked with my mind.The look in my eyes must have scared the shit out of him. Adrian winched when our eyes met, his hands trembling against the bike handlebars."Gio... Giovanni." My name slipped out from his parted li
ADRIAN The sound of my phone vibrating against my thigh jolted me awake. A heavy weight across my chest and waist made it difficult to turn over.I had no idea where I was, surrounded by an inky darkness. The only light came from the faint glow of my phone screen, still clutched in my pants pocket, but it was barely enough to illuminate my surroundings.I had little to no idea where I was, but when someone grumbled behind me and the weight on my body shifted, I suddenly realized my location."Oh no, the donut shop! I'm still at the donut shop... with Gabe!" I gasped, slapping a hand over my mouth to stifle my voice and avoid waking Gabe.I didn't really meant to sleep here. I only stayed back a little when he asked me to. All my plans were to wait for him to calm down, and then go home."Giovanni is going to kill me." I muttered, cold sweats rolled down my face as I gently shoved Gabe off me, standing up from the floor and pulled out my phone.My heart practically stopped beating whe
ADRIAN It had never occurred to me that I would one day feel the sorrow of losing someone I barely knew this deeply.Leah, I believed that was her name, was really a nice woman. She was one of the kind hearted people I had ever seen.Sometimes I found myself wondering what made me love her donuts so much. Was it because of how great they tasted, or because the treats were made by someone as special as Madam Leah?I wished she was still here, alive, so I could appreciate her for everything. The reason I always looked forward to the end of my shifts at the Queen's was her delicious donuts. It was beyond doubt that I was going to miss such a beautiful soul."Your mom," I smiled, packing up some utensils and passed them to Gabe who retrieved them from my hands without a word. "She was a nice woman."Gabe shrugged, still wouldn't say anything as we box the rest of the stuff inside the shop.He was grieving, I knew. That's why I stayed behind, helping him in any way I could, so he wouldn't
ADRIAN "Here you go ma'am." I smiled warmly, tried not to wince as I handed the customer her order of green god smoothie with some wellness boosts to go with it.Good stuff."You are such a sweet young man." The woman, who was probably in her late sixties, smiled back at me, giving my hand a light pat as she retrieved her order.Right? You can never find another sweet smoothie maker like me.Being sweet was part of the ingredients. The main ingredient even."Thanks for sipping with us! Have a berry smoothie day!" I smiled, waving at her as she exited the shop.Immediately the old woman was out of the shop, I turned around, crossing my arms as I glared at Grace who had been cleaning the same blender for the past forty minutes."Now, what?" I demanded, shooting Tobi a deadly glare when he wouldn't stop poking a hole in the poor orange. "For the love of God, you guys, please stop being weird.""Tell me you're a traitor without actually saying it." Tobi hissed, tossing the orange into th
ADRIAN "Where the hell are you?" I half-yelled into the phone, casting a nervous glance over my shoulder to make sure the guys weren't eavesdropping.I would absolutely hate myself if T-Jay should found out I was here talking about him behind his back with Marcelo."At the office." Marcelo grumbled tiredly, there was a sickening sound in the background. "I'm fucking busy."The sound of metal hitting something solid, like a wall or floor, echoed again, followed by a muffled groan.What the fuck was that sound?It was as if he was at a butcher shop."That means you're not coming here." I asked, deciding to let go of the weird thoughts that were running through my mind.It wouldn't do me any good to know if Marcelo was really at a butcher shop, butchering a human instead of beef.Fuck!This whole thing was messed up."I will be there. Soon. Not now." Marcelo grumbled again, he was sounding a little bit irritated now, instead of sounding tired like before."You're a bastard, Marcelo!" I
ADRIAN Working at Great Fisher had never felt so gloomy. Having already informed my boss of my decision to quit, today being my last day made every task feel surreal. It was strange to go about my duties as if it weren't my final day here.Noah had been acting weird since my shift started. He wouldn't talk to me, and he wouldn't even look me in the eye. He was straight-up avoiding me.I hadn't even told him yet, and I wondered what was making him act like that. My shift flew by in a blur, and before I knew it, it was already time for me to leave.I disappeared into the backroom, packing my bag, when someone walked in, slamming the door shut behind them.It was as if they were trying to announce their presence."You're really gonna quit?" Noah half-yelled, and I felt my body shudder a little at how annoyed he sounded.So this is what it's all about? "H–how did you know?" I asked, swallowing down a ball of lump as Noah walked over to me.He plugged into the empty beside me on the ben
GIOVANNI Adrian had disappeared into the building, and it had been over twenty minutes since he went in, but he still hadn't come out.Standing here in the cold, with the scent of animals and fur wafting from the vet hospital, was making me feel sick. I wished I could go in there and drag him out, but I couldn't. Can't get close to those whining pets.I would never understand humans' obsession with animals. I mean, we have enough animals amongst us humans already, why need another one?"Fucking dammit!" I grumbled, leaning slightly against the bike. I needed to do something to distract myself from my surroundings. So I pulled out my phone from my pocket, dialing Dominic.He picked up on the first ring and I wondered if he had been wanting to call me as well."Did you schedule a meeting with Price Russell?" I asked, my hand clenched tightly inside my coat pocket as I exhaled deeply.I fucking need a smoke.One wasn't enough.The line went dead for just two seconds before Dominic grum
ADRIAN I fucking owned a bike now, and it was my dream bike.The last time I had a bike to myself was years ago, back in 7th grade when I was still in middle school.I had come first in my class that year, beating Aston for the first time. For the first time in forever, Dad was so proud of me. He got me a bike as a reward, something he later took away from me when my grades slightly dropped in 8th grade.I wasn't able to get my bike back, and it took me over three years to get over the hurt and pain of losing my first-ever gift from Dad.But now, no one is going to take this new bike away from me. Giovanni told me it was a gift from him to me, and he would never take it back.Harley!My fucking Harley!My heart almost jumped out of my chest when Giovanni took me to the garage this morning and showed me the bike. At first, I thought he was joking when he said it was mine. I only believed it was real when he asked me to sign the receiptFucking hell!I was still on cloud nine about own
GIOVANNI I wasn't at all surprised when Adrian's demeanor turned cold immediately that night, upon mentioned of him returning to school.I had read his profile so many times that I knew he didn't have a college degree. I couldn't help but wonder why, especially since his brother was nearing graduation and seemed to be doing well.I knew Adrian wanted to say something to me, but he forced out a smile and said he'd think about it. I was tempted to press for an explanation about why he dropped out of college, especially since financial struggles seemed unlikely given his father's wealth. However, I decided to hold back. If he felt comfortable enough to share his struggles with his family regarding his sexuality, I trusted that he'd eventually open up about why he left college when he was ready.I wanted to be someone he could always turn to. Someone he could trust and rely on. I don't want to be like his family who made him think less of himself.It had been three days since we had tha