GIOVANNI What was it about Dad that intrigued me? Was it that he was brave? Or was it because he sometimes act reckless and stupid? Or was it because he didn't give a care in the world? Coming to Russia to steal from Bratva clan was a stupid move. I knew that before leaving New York, and I was double sure about how stupid this whole thing was now that I got here. Just coming back from spying on Volkov Bratva, and all I could say was my father was a brainless fool. Volkov Bratva wasn't an ordinary man, and he wasn't stupid either. Volkov Bratva was one of the most powerful men in Russia, and he moved about with tens of men and his mansion was also heavily guarded at all time. Just how I was going to get inside his mansion without crossing an aisle of blood was something I was yet to understand. "Fuck! Get a grip, you bastard. You are doing this for your brother." I groaned, pulling my car over at the hotel's garage and slipped my gun into my jacket before stepping out of th
ADRIAN I paced back and forth in my living room, with my phone pressed gently against my ear. I bit down hard on my lower lip, my fingers trembling as I dialed Carlos for the hundredth time, but the call just wouldn't connect.My heart fluttered, and I absentmindedly rubbed at my chest. "For the love of God, Carlos, where the fuck are you?"I groaned out, pulled my phone down from my ear and clenched it tightly in my hand. Frustration wouldn't be enough to describe how I was feeling right now.I had thought my biggest worry was Carlos not talking to me, nothing would have prepared me for the fact that Carlos would disappear on me after our shift ended at Great Fisher last night. I had thought I would meet him home but he was nowhere to be found.His stuff were still here, so that meant he didn't come home at all. I had been calling him since last night to no avail. Waking up this morning, after getting ready for work I had been trying to reach him again but it was the same story."J
ADRIAN "So, you asked her to marry you?" I asked, warmth spread across my neck as I stared at Dave who was busy grinning from ear to ear.He rubbed his hands together and nodded his head, smiling warmly at me. "Yeah. Well, my parents have been bugging me to get married for a while now. I'm just happy Jessica also wanted the same thing. It makes me feel whole knowing the woman I love also loves me back and is willing to spend the rest of her life with me."That was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard a straight man said before. Dave's face lit up with a bright smile each time he talked about his soon-to-be wife and I had never been this happy for two strangers like this before."I'm so happy for you, Dave. I truly am." I said, staring down at the invitation card he had came over to drop for me.I still couldn't believe Dave would come back to Queen's to look for me after Giovanni had beaten him up the other day. He didn't really seemed bothered about it, but I was. It still haun
ADRIAN "I never knew you saw me that day." I said, truthfully. Following after Gabe as he walked me to a table. "Well," he chuckled, plunging into a seat. "I did saw you and to be fair, I couldn't stop looking at your beautiful face." "That's not fair." I groaned out, dropping the box of donut the woman had given to me on the table before taking the seat right across from Gabe. "You shouldn't have seen that." Sitting across from Gabe, I felt an overwhelming urge to bury my face in my hands. Knowing he had seen me took a cock in my mouth not too long ago made my cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Trust me, you don't have to be embarrassed about it. I mean, I've been there before. So it's all cool." He grinned, rubbing the short hair at the back of his head. "You mean, you've been caught while going at it before? In public?" I asked, a small smile crept up my face as I tried to imagine Gabe, this super sexy firefighter being caught having intimate moment in public. "Whatever
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
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 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,
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 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 at the wa
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