ADRIAN "No." Carlos yelled, banging his fists on the table. Shaking his head. "I don't need his help.""What?" I gasped, frowning my face. "Why?"Confused. I was very confused as to why Carlos would declined my offer of asking Giovanni to help us, when he was clearly the only one who could help us."That bastard wanted me gone. If it wasn't because of you, he would have killed me right fucking there." He snapped, jabbing his fingertips against the furniture.Right. Carlos was fucking right. But Giovanni wouldn't have threatened to kill him if his father hadn't injected him in the first place. It was because of his father that we were in that position Giovanni caught us in.Sighing, I grabbed my hair and gave it a light pull. "Trust me on this, Carlos. He was only pissed for seeing that, he didn't mean to pull out his gun on you.""Still. He wouldn't want to help someone like me after what he witnessed. I'm sure of it." Carlos insisted, wrapping his arms over his chest."Giovanni love
ADRIAN As I paced back and forth, I found myself mindlessly nibbling on my thumbnail. Different thoughts running through my head at a time.Carlos was sitting quietly on one of the tables, his head bowed down, and his hands pressed gently together on top of the table.Both Tobi and Grace were behind the counter, staring at us with so much intensity, neither of them saying anything.I had my eyes fixated on the entrance door, my legs trembled as I kept pacing back and forth, waiting for Nikola Marino to get here.I am stupid!I am so fucking stupid!"Shit! I should have just ended the call when I heard his voice. I should have just told him it was a wrong call, why did I even asked him for help?" I grumbled, mentally cursing at myself as I wondered what I was going to say to Nikola when he gets here.I can barely stay in the same room as him; I can barely breathe the same air as him. So how am I possibly going to sit across from Nikola, look him straight in the eyes, and tell him I ne
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
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 "It's definitely his place," Dominic confirmed, his voice booming from the other end. I nodded my head, with the phone still pressed gently against my ear. I brought the cigarette closer to my lips and took a long drag before blowing the smoke out of the window. "Good. Leave the Russell's boy to me and just keep your eyes on the fed." I ordered, my voice was as husky as ever. "Yes, boss." I ended the call and tossed my phone on the stack of papers on my passenger seat. With the internal threats neutralized and the turncoats held accountable, the calm that followed left me feeling uncharacteristically idle. I craved action, my instincts itching for the next adrenaline rush. I had to change order of everything overnight. I had wanted this shit with Price Russell to be over with, but dealing with paper works after that made me want to drag this out for however long I want. I could have fun with this while I shove that bastard fed in his place. That was what bro
ADRIAN As I paced back and forth, I found myself mindlessly nibbling on my thumbnail. Different thoughts running through my head at a time.Carlos was sitting quietly on one of the tables, his head bowed down, and his hands pressed gently together on top of the table.Both Tobi and Grace were behind the counter, staring at us with so much intensity, neither of them saying anything.I had my eyes fixated on the entrance door, my legs trembled as I kept pacing back and forth, waiting for Nikola Marino to get here.I am stupid!I am so fucking stupid!"Shit! I should have just ended the call when I heard his voice. I should have just told him it was a wrong call, why did I even asked him for help?" I grumbled, mentally cursing at myself as I wondered what I was going to say to Nikola when he gets here.I can barely stay in the same room as him; I can barely breathe the same air as him. So how am I possibly going to sit across from Nikola, look him straight in the eyes, and tell him I ne
ADRIAN "No." Carlos yelled, banging his fists on the table. Shaking his head. "I don't need his help.""What?" I gasped, frowning my face. "Why?"Confused. I was very confused as to why Carlos would declined my offer of asking Giovanni to help us, when he was clearly the only one who could help us."That bastard wanted me gone. If it wasn't because of you, he would have killed me right fucking there." He snapped, jabbing his fingertips against the furniture.Right. Carlos was fucking right. But Giovanni wouldn't have threatened to kill him if his father hadn't injected him in the first place. It was because of his father that we were in that position Giovanni caught us in.Sighing, I grabbed my hair and gave it a light pull. "Trust me on this, Carlos. He was only pissed for seeing that, he didn't mean to pull out his gun on you.""Still. He wouldn't want to help someone like me after what he witnessed. I'm sure of it." Carlos insisted, wrapping his arms over his chest."Giovanni love
ADRIAN "Here you go." I called out the moment I got back to the table, handling Carlos his order."Thank you." He let out a small smile, taking the cup from me and then placed it on the table.I took my seat across from him, looking around the coffee shop, wondering what exactly we were doing here.The smoothie shop was right across the street and Carlos had dragged me out of the shop the moment he saw me making my way to him, saying he had something very important to say to me.I had expected him to start speaking the moment we got here, but he said he wanted coffee first. The suspence was fucking killing me."You said you got something to say to me?" I said, breaking the silence.Carlos swallowed hard, he shakily reached for his coffee and took a long sip before settling it back down on the table."Yeah, I do." He said, clearing his throat. Rubbing his clammy hands together.My eyes moved to his legs that were bobbing up and down under the table. He seemed nervous, and I wondered i
ADRIAN My heart squeezed tightly in my chest and my lungs tightened as if it would suddenly stop working. The fuzzy dizziness that filled my brain made my fingers feel numb and I immediately lost my appetite the moment Giovanni uttered those words I had been expecting from him since last night. Those words I had been waiting for him to say, but desperately praying for him not to say. "I won't be able to drive you to work for now, I have so much to do." He said with a straight face, he wouldn't even move his eyes away from his food to look at me. Is that it? Is this where it all ends? Ever since his brothers left last night, Giovanni had been eerily quiet, making an unusually large number of calls; more than I had made since I learned to use a cell phone. He had been acting strange and awkward, and I sensed it was connected to the conversation he had with his brothers upstairs. I couldn't shake off the feeling that the conversation was all about me, and the uncertainty was gnaw
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