GIOVANNI "I'm fucking starving." Adrian grumbled the moment I emerged from the bathroom with a damp cloth in my hand.I chuckled, walking over to him. I couldn't blame him for craving food the moment we were done. I knew I had drained every last bit of strength from him, and it would be best if I fed him.I stopped by the bed, placed a soft kiss on his forehead before flicking his nipple in my hand. It made it let out a tired laugh."When you put fucking and starving in the same sentence, does that mean you want to go again? Hmm?" I smirked down at him, cradling his thighs."Do you have no shame?" Adrian scoffed, kicking my stomach and I bit back a harsh grunt. "You've been fucking me for hours without stopping. I'm seriously going to die, Gin. I need real food, not your cock.""Hmm," I pressed my lips together to suppress a grin. "Let's clean you up first then."Adrian eyed my stomach wearily, I held back my breath thinking he was going to start asking questions about where and how
ADRIAN I wouldn't have had anything to worry about if Marcelo was the only one coming, but Nikola? Fucking no!That bastard hated my gut and the way his sharp nails sank into my neck earlier, threatening to pluck out my gullet, I had learned to fear him.The way he pulled me out of the car with my hair, shoving me against the car and wrapped his hands around my neck, cutting through my airway. I had never been scared of death like I did earlier.I used to be scared of Marcelo Marino before I met him, but after meeting him, my fear of him had tripped. That bastard wasn't a human. He was a fucking monster.Giovanni had left the kitchen to meet his brothers in the living room, and if there had been a way to leave this building through the kitchen, I would have done it by now.I knew Giovanni told me to not worry, but not even his words could get me to calm down. What if he sides with his brother and watch him kills me?What if... Just what if he... Fuck! I know I am not being reasonabl
GIOVANNI After the ridiculous mess Nikola had made in the kitchen, all I could say was, "My brother is a total nutcase."Did I regret rescuing his sorry ass from prison? The answer was no. But did I want to put him right back behind bars? Abso-fucking-lutely!Even after I pulled him aside and explained everything to him, he still had the nerve to come into the kitchen and say stupid shit to Adrian. I wished I didn't love him so much; I wished I could be angrier with him and fucking kill him. But I couldn't, not just because he was a stubborn idiot, but because he's my brother."Hey, Marc," I snapped at Marcelo who was already helping Adrian up to his feet, taking him to the sink and helping him rinse off his hands.That should be my work.I should be the one taking care of Adrian and making sure he's okay. But I had to look for Nikola and talk sense to him."Fuck off, bastard!" Marcelo yelled at me, without even looking in my direction."I'm fine, babe." Adrian groaned, but there was
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
GIOVANNI After the ridiculous mess Nikola had made in the kitchen, all I could say was, "My brother is a total nutcase."Did I regret rescuing his sorry ass from prison? The answer was no. But did I want to put him right back behind bars? Abso-fucking-lutely!Even after I pulled him aside and explained everything to him, he still had the nerve to come into the kitchen and say stupid shit to Adrian. I wished I didn't love him so much; I wished I could be angrier with him and fucking kill him. But I couldn't, not just because he was a stubborn idiot, but because he's my brother."Hey, Marc," I snapped at Marcelo who was already helping Adrian up to his feet, taking him to the sink and helping him rinse off his hands.That should be my work.I should be the one taking care of Adrian and making sure he's okay. But I had to look for Nikola and talk sense to him."Fuck off, bastard!" Marcelo yelled at me, without even looking in my direction."I'm fine, babe." Adrian groaned, but there was
ADRIAN I wouldn't have had anything to worry about if Marcelo was the only one coming, but Nikola? Fucking no!That bastard hated my gut and the way his sharp nails sank into my neck earlier, threatening to pluck out my gullet, I had learned to fear him.The way he pulled me out of the car with my hair, shoving me against the car and wrapped his hands around my neck, cutting through my airway. I had never been scared of death like I did earlier.I used to be scared of Marcelo Marino before I met him, but after meeting him, my fear of him had tripped. That bastard wasn't a human. He was a fucking monster.Giovanni had left the kitchen to meet his brothers in the living room, and if there had been a way to leave this building through the kitchen, I would have done it by now.I knew Giovanni told me to not worry, but not even his words could get me to calm down. What if he sides with his brother and watch him kills me?What if... Just what if he... Fuck! I know I am not being reasonabl
GIOVANNI "I'm fucking starving." Adrian grumbled the moment I emerged from the bathroom with a damp cloth in my hand.I chuckled, walking over to him. I couldn't blame him for craving food the moment we were done. I knew I had drained every last bit of strength from him, and it would be best if I fed him.I stopped by the bed, placed a soft kiss on his forehead before flicking his nipple in my hand. It made it let out a tired laugh."When you put fucking and starving in the same sentence, does that mean you want to go again? Hmm?" I smirked down at him, cradling his thighs."Do you have no shame?" Adrian scoffed, kicking my stomach and I bit back a harsh grunt. "You've been fucking me for hours without stopping. I'm seriously going to die, Gin. I need real food, not your cock.""Hmm," I pressed my lips together to suppress a grin. "Let's clean you up first then."Adrian eyed my stomach wearily, I held back my breath thinking he was going to start asking questions about where and how
ADRIAN “Beautiful,” Giovanni sighed between load of kisses he was raining on my body. "You are fucking beautiful, Amorina." He said the word, in a deep accent, it was dark and manly. It slid over my skin, and in that moment I really felt beautiful.Giovanni reached the base of my spine, and I expected him to pull away, maybe take my cock in his mouth since he seemed to want to take his beauty time. But instead, he reached between my legs and pulled out the butt plug, leaving me empty."Ahh!" I gasped, throwing my head back when my ass felt empty one minute and it was again occupied with Giovanni's tongue the next minute.His tongue slipped into the crease of my ass as his big hands pulled my cheeks apart. I held my breath. I couldn’t believe Giovanni was actually going to eat my fucking ass instead of fucking me.“Oh, god. Gin.” I cried out when his teeth scratched my rim.I felt the wet heat of Giovanni's tongue lapping at my hole and I had never experienced anything like this type
ADRIAN Giovanni sucked on my tongue hungrily like he had been starving for me, for years. His hands dropped to my neck, choking me with so much love and affection.I wanted more of this. I wanted more from him. So, I moved my shoulder between us, pushing him back a little.I stared at him, stars dancing in my vision as I stared at Giovanni. I still couldn't believe he was my boyfriend now. For the first time in my life, I got to call someone my boyfriend and I loved how good it made me feel.I wanted to go up to a high hill and yell it to the rest of the world that this man was mine, and mine alone."Gin..." The rest of my words died in my stomach when Giovanni pushed his long, rough finger against my lips, shutting me up."No." He grinned, shaking his head."What?" I asked, confused.Didn't he want me like I fucking want him now? But he might not feel the same way which was totally understandable. He wasn't the one who had a butt plug shoved up his ass after all.Giovanni slowly le
GIOVANNI For the first time in fucking forever, I didin't have myself under control. And it wasn't my fault. Adrian had occupied most part of my mind and it was fucking with my head.It would be safe to say I had lost my sense of reasoning because when Adrian said he was going to tell me everything, the cowardice part of me wanted to yell at him to fucking shut his mouth and not say a word.I was scared of what the truth might be. I wasn't so sure if the truth is something I can take, and the way Adrian's body was trembling against mine didn't do as much to calm me down.I can feel the flames of hesitation and the warring conflict rolling off of him in waves, and I want to wrap him in my arms and tell him it's okay. But it wasn't.Adrian's chest muscles stiffened against my chest like whenever he was trying to fight, escape, or reject whatever lurks in his scornful head."I didn't sleep with anyone while you were away. I swear." He grumbled, hot breath fanning against my lips and I s
GIOVANNI The car came to a stop, and I wasn't sure if I had parked properly. I pushed the door open, rounding the car, and I yanked the passenger door open. I glared at Adrian, who was still visibly shaking. He slowly moved his gaze up to stare at me. Lips parted slightly.Having Adrian here with me, but unable to wrap him in my arms and rock his body like I had wanted to was such a hard pill that I had to force down my throat.Without a word, I grabbed his hands and pressed his wrists together before pulling out a handcuffs from my pocket. Snapping it on his wrists.“What are you doing?” Adrian whispered, his eyes widening in terror as he stared up at him.Maybe he understood his situation now. The last time I had a handcuffs snapped on his wrists, it was to fuck him without having anything in my way. But the case was different now, and he knew it."Don't struggle against the cuffs if you don't want to get hurt." I warned. The words came out of my mouth, but I felt detached from my
GIOVANNI I hate coming here. But what I hate most is driving Adrian here. Dad must not know about him, but what can I do when that bastard keeps finding every opportunity to run away? I could have dropped him off at my apartment first, but what if he had already left before I got back from Dad's?I tightened my grip on the briefcase's handle as I walked over to the elevator and pushed the button. It felt as if an invisible thread had been tied around my neck, cutting off my airflow as I entered the elevator and watched the doors close.Today, I'm going to meet my brother after he's been imprisoned for the past year and some months. He's going to be freed, and I wonder how he'll feel when he sees me. As for me, I'm kind of nervous, and I couldn't help but stretch my neck to help me stay focused.I had done something outrageous for Dad, just to get my brother out of prison, and I wondered if he would even keep his end of the bargain in the end. That old geezer was a damn sly bastard; h
ADRIAN I was in my fucking head.The entire drive I felt agitation flowing through my body. Every flicker of Giovanni's gaze that came my way, every little smirk he pulled, felt like he was holding some inside joke that I was on the outside of. The sleek leather seat of his car was cool, and it was the only thing that prevented me from melting into a goddamn puddle.I wished I had the courage to talk to him because we had a lot to talk about. I wanted to know exactly what I was to him. He needed to define our relationship so I wouldn't mistake it for another.I needed to know why he got so angry when I said he wasn't even my boyfriend. Did he want me like I wanted him?Was he under the impression that he was my boyfriend, and did he wish it to be true, just like I did?Fuck!I am so confused!Taking a quick glance at Giovanni, I felt my breath catch in my throat when I saw the fire in his eyes. Fuck, it turned me on even more.The rush, the danger, and not to mention the hot as fuck