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, grabbed 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 grabbed his face in both hands, turning his face sideways to see if he hurt himself. But to my surprise, there were no traces of injury or bruises on his face."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."I..." He sniffed, pushing his body against mine and hugging me tightly. "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 my chest, refusing to let me go. As if I would make a run for the door if he did let go of my bod
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
ADRIAN It took me a minute to remember breathing was a thing people were supposed to be doing. I stood still, mouth parted open in shock as I stared into his eyes. Piercing silver eyes, ones I vowed never to gaze upon again, locked onto mine with piercing intensity. Their burning stare sent a shiver down my spine, and my throat constricted, making swallowing an impossible task. Giovanni Marino, the boss and the leader of the Marino's family was right here in the bathroom stall with me, gazing at me with a dangerous grin on his face. My heart skipped a beat and my mind went blank, unable to think of why Giovanni Marino would be in Great Fisher. My workplace. As the police chief's son, what would people think if they saw me in the same room with the leader of New York City's most notorious Italian Mafia family, the same organisation my father was working to take down? I had tried it once, hooking up with this same man just to get back at my father for disowning me because I was gay
ADRIAN When I suggested the idea, I half-expected Giovanni to dismiss it. To call me out on my shit. Instead, he shocked me by forcefully hauling the bastard to the bar, beating him while vociferously declaring that I belonged to him and threatening severe consequences to anyone who dared to bother me again. I watched as Giovanni grabbed the back of the man’s neck and slammed his face into the bar. Everyone cleared out, moving away as quickly as possible as he babbled and tried to speak. I should be happy that someone was finally putting a stop to this, but instead, guilt washed over me like a blanket as I watched from the corner of the now-empty bar, which had once been full of customers. My chest tightened until I could barely draw in a breath. What was I supposed to do now? Every time I raised my head to look in the direction of my boss, he would plead with me with his eyes that I should put a stop to this. I straightened up before I walked down the bar, to the man who was caus
GIOVANNI The sound of my baseball bat cracking against the skull was loud. Bones broke, and bits of brain and blood stuck to my weapon, my favorite one. I turned it around towards me and wrinkled my nose at the sight of the mess of hair and skull fragments clumped onto the metal. My phone's ringtone pierced the air, drowning out the groans and grunts of the man at my feet. I paused to take a look at the mess of bodies that littered the floor, and I couldn't be more proud of myself for knowing it was all my doing. I was fucking proud of myself. “You stay right here,” I said to the man at my feet with a groan. Walking over him to pick up the call. There was no point telling the man to wait, he couldn't get up even if he wanted to. I had already separated both his legs from his body and his body was already a mess. Walking over to the window on the third floor of the uncompleted building, I propped my elbow on the windowsill, staring down at my bloodied hand as I fetched my phone
ADRIANAfter the phone call with my brother, I felt increasingly restless, unable to shake off the unease that kept me awake and made bedtime impossible.Aston's disturbing revelation about the Marinos' near-miss shooting had already unsettled me, but his hasty goodbye without elaborating on the cryptic 'something happened' comment sent my imagination racing. Now, the deafening silence from my brother had me sick with worry. When I left home three years ago, my sole concern was avoiding any actions that might worry my family.Ironically, I now find myself consumed by worries about their well-being.As I stood frozen in the middle of my living room, phone clutched in my hand, my mind raced with a flurry of questions while I awaited my brother's call, my gaze drifting blankly into space.One question I kept asking myself was, "what have I done?"A sudden knock at the door sent me recoiling in terror, my heart racing and eyes wide with alarm. I froze, paralyzed by fear, my gaze fixed on
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, grabbed 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 grabbed his face in both hands, turning his face sideways to see if he hurt himself. But to my surprise, there were no traces of injury or bruises on his face."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."I..." He sniffed, pushing his body against mine and hugging me tightly. "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 my chest, refusing to let me go. As if I would make a run for the door if he did let go of my bod
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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