ADRIAN My eyes remained fixed on Giovanni's hands gripping the steering wheel as he drove. I wasn't intentionally ogling the thick veins on his long, hairy hands, or the way his long fingers flexed around the posh wheel, but I needed to focus my gaze somewhere to avoid staring at his face.Me staring directly into his eyes meant I was horny and I want to have his dick shove far up in my ass. I swear, that was his words, not mine.If I didn't love my life, I might actually consider letting him fuck me senseless again after what we did just a few hours ago. Only that I love my life and I didn't want to see just the mere sight of his cock coming close to me.Only if it were up to me, I would keep Giovanni at arm's length for the next two months. Telling him to fuck himself if he even try to talk sex language to me because I don't wanna hear it.I could still feel his cock ramming into me, taking me like he hated me. Only that he didn't actually fucked me like that because he hated me, b
ADRIAN "No more," I breathed out, my chest heaving heavily. I grabbed Giovanni's shoulders, pushing him back a little, and shook my head. "I can't go again.""Why not?" He frowned, grabbing my thighs and repositioned me for easy access. Giovanni tried slipping his monster cock into my pulsing ass but I kicked his gut, clenching my ass."I really can't." I groaned, wrapping my hands on my stomach. It hurt so much."Okay," Giovanni sighed, relaxing his face. "If you're tired, just lay here and relax for me. I'll take care of everything by myself.""No! Wait!" I gasped, feeling his erection poking my ass, seeking entrance into my throbbing hole.I'm really not going to live long at this rate. I'm going to die from sex, and my father will make sure to write 'death by sex' on my tombstone.Only if my father doesn't assume it's Giovanni who killed me. I mean, if he fucks me to death, then he literally killed me."You're starving me, baby." Giovanni grunted, dropping his weight on me, maki
ADRIAN I hated to admit it, but the thought of Giovanni killing the hostess for flirting with him - something that made me intensely uncomfortable - filled me with a disturbing sense of justification. I found myself thinking she deserved it if Giovanni ended up killing her. Even though it wasn't right to wish death upon anyone just because of a stupid reason like that, I still can't help the thought.Hadn't she heard of the word "gay"? And did she really think Giovanni was too good for me and that she could replace me?Unluckily for her, he doesn't like pussy. Giovanni loved my flat chest and my sweet ass hole.What a fucking joke!"Over there." The hostess said, breaking through my thought. She was pointing to a large table against a wall where the guys were sitting.Nikola whispered something into Carlos' ear, and Carlos giggled at whatever his boyfriend was telling him. Across from them, Marcelo sat stealing glances at T-Jay, whose face was buried in his phone as he typed away on
ADRIAN "Please, just go away." A whimper came again from the next stall, and this time I was sure the voice I was hearing belonged to Carlos.Panic settled in the pit of my stomach as I slammed the faucet shut and frantically scanned the bathroom, searching for something - anything - I could use to defend Carlos against his attacker.My insides twisted into a knot as my eyes landed on a fire extinguisher resting beside the door. I rushed for it, grabbed it, and burst out of the bathroom. My heart pounded heavily in my chest as I kicked the next bathroom stall open and tightened my grip on the fire extinguisher."What the...?" Carlos screamed, his eyes widening in terror as he gripped the sink. His expression transformed from fear to relief when he saw me standing there, fire extinguisher in hand. "Oh, God, you scared me," he exclaimed, his voice shaking slightly.I ignored him for the moment, rushing into the bathroom to check for any intruders. But to my surprise, Carlos was alone,
ADRIAN Was I pathetically lonely? Or did I seriously have a death wish?I wondered which was the correct answer as I stared at Nikola from where I sat. Running away from them all was the only intelligent decision, and yet my feet were planted on the floor. And my butt stayed glued to my seat. Too scared to even blink my eyes.I watched, my gaze flicking towards the commotion, as the man stumbled backward, desperately trying to escape Nikola's wrath. But Nikola was relentless, grabbing a fistful of the man's hair and yanking him back with a strong jerk. The man's body arced through the air, his limbs flailing wildly, before he crashed to the floor, landing with a sickening thud next to my seat."Shit," the man cursed, groaning in agony as he propped his palms on the floor, attempting to drag himself away. But his bleeding leg, the one Nikola had shot, throbbed with excruciating pain, making every inch of movement a difficult one for him.The wounded leg was bleeding profusely, and if
GIOVANNI "I've dropped the guys off," Marcelo's voice rumbled through the phone. "They're all fine, except for Carlos. He wouldn't stop crying." "Okay, good job." I let out a deep grunt before ending the call.I pocketed my phone, pulled out a pack of my favorite cigarettes, and extracted one. I placed the stick between my lips, brought out a lighter, and lit the cigarette."Should I tell you what?" I said, craning my neck to stare at my brother, who was busy playing with the tip of his knife; his head was hung low, and his shoulders were tensed in rage.Nikola moved his head up, glaring at me. "Not now, Giovanni. I'm not ready for your shit.""Oh, I bet you do." I argued, removing the cigarette from my mouth. I inhaled the toxic smoke into my lungs, tipped my head back, and puffed out smoke.I shut my eyes, letting the incident from the restaurant replay in my head. The look on Adrian's face as he knelt down beside Xiong's body scared the hell out of me. It almost felt like he 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
GIOVANNI "I've dropped the guys off," Marcelo's voice rumbled through the phone. "They're all fine, except for Carlos. He wouldn't stop crying." "Okay, good job." I let out a deep grunt before ending the call.I pocketed my phone, pulled out a pack of my favorite cigarettes, and extracted one. I placed the stick between my lips, brought out a lighter, and lit the cigarette."Should I tell you what?" I said, craning my neck to stare at my brother, who was busy playing with the tip of his knife; his head was hung low, and his shoulders were tensed in rage.Nikola moved his head up, glaring at me. "Not now, Giovanni. I'm not ready for your shit.""Oh, I bet you do." I argued, removing the cigarette from my mouth. I inhaled the toxic smoke into my lungs, tipped my head back, and puffed out smoke.I shut my eyes, letting the incident from the restaurant replay in my head. The look on Adrian's face as he knelt down beside Xiong's body scared the hell out of me. It almost felt like he was
ADRIAN Was I pathetically lonely? Or did I seriously have a death wish?I wondered which was the correct answer as I stared at Nikola from where I sat. Running away from them all was the only intelligent decision, and yet my feet were planted on the floor. And my butt stayed glued to my seat. Too scared to even blink my eyes.I watched, my gaze flicking towards the commotion, as the man stumbled backward, desperately trying to escape Nikola's wrath. But Nikola was relentless, grabbing a fistful of the man's hair and yanking him back with a strong jerk. The man's body arced through the air, his limbs flailing wildly, before he crashed to the floor, landing with a sickening thud next to my seat."Shit," the man cursed, groaning in agony as he propped his palms on the floor, attempting to drag himself away. But his bleeding leg, the one Nikola had shot, throbbed with excruciating pain, making every inch of movement a difficult one for him.The wounded leg was bleeding profusely, and if
ADRIAN "Please, just go away." A whimper came again from the next stall, and this time I was sure the voice I was hearing belonged to Carlos.Panic settled in the pit of my stomach as I slammed the faucet shut and frantically scanned the bathroom, searching for something - anything - I could use to defend Carlos against his attacker.My insides twisted into a knot as my eyes landed on a fire extinguisher resting beside the door. I rushed for it, grabbed it, and burst out of the bathroom. My heart pounded heavily in my chest as I kicked the next bathroom stall open and tightened my grip on the fire extinguisher."What the...?" Carlos screamed, his eyes widening in terror as he gripped the sink. His expression transformed from fear to relief when he saw me standing there, fire extinguisher in hand. "Oh, God, you scared me," he exclaimed, his voice shaking slightly.I ignored him for the moment, rushing into the bathroom to check for any intruders. But to my surprise, Carlos was alone,
ADRIAN I hated to admit it, but the thought of Giovanni killing the hostess for flirting with him - something that made me intensely uncomfortable - filled me with a disturbing sense of justification. I found myself thinking she deserved it if Giovanni ended up killing her. Even though it wasn't right to wish death upon anyone just because of a stupid reason like that, I still can't help the thought.Hadn't she heard of the word "gay"? And did she really think Giovanni was too good for me and that she could replace me?Unluckily for her, he doesn't like pussy. Giovanni loved my flat chest and my sweet ass hole.What a fucking joke!"Over there." The hostess said, breaking through my thought. She was pointing to a large table against a wall where the guys were sitting.Nikola whispered something into Carlos' ear, and Carlos giggled at whatever his boyfriend was telling him. Across from them, Marcelo sat stealing glances at T-Jay, whose face was buried in his phone as he typed away on
ADRIAN "No more," I breathed out, my chest heaving heavily. I grabbed Giovanni's shoulders, pushing him back a little, and shook my head. "I can't go again.""Why not?" He frowned, grabbing my thighs and repositioned me for easy access. Giovanni tried slipping his monster cock into my pulsing ass but I kicked his gut, clenching my ass."I really can't." I groaned, wrapping my hands on my stomach. It hurt so much."Okay," Giovanni sighed, relaxing his face. "If you're tired, just lay here and relax for me. I'll take care of everything by myself.""No! Wait!" I gasped, feeling his erection poking my ass, seeking entrance into my throbbing hole.I'm really not going to live long at this rate. I'm going to die from sex, and my father will make sure to write 'death by sex' on my tombstone.Only if my father doesn't assume it's Giovanni who killed me. I mean, if he fucks me to death, then he literally killed me."You're starving me, baby." Giovanni grunted, dropping his weight on me, maki
ADRIAN My eyes remained fixed on Giovanni's hands gripping the steering wheel as he drove. I wasn't intentionally ogling the thick veins on his long, hairy hands, or the way his long fingers flexed around the posh wheel, but I needed to focus my gaze somewhere to avoid staring at his face.Me staring directly into his eyes meant I was horny and I want to have his dick shove far up in my ass. I swear, that was his words, not mine.If I didn't love my life, I might actually consider letting him fuck me senseless again after what we did just a few hours ago. Only that I love my life and I didn't want to see just the mere sight of his cock coming close to me.Only if it were up to me, I would keep Giovanni at arm's length for the next two months. Telling him to fuck himself if he even try to talk sex language to me because I don't wanna hear it.I could still feel his cock ramming into me, taking me like he hated me. Only that he didn't actually fucked me like that because he hated me, b
GIOVANNI Adrian stubbornly refused to reveal the man's identity, but it seemed he had underestimated me. Locating individuals was second nature to me, a fundamental aspect of our line of work. I had an extensive network of resources and contacts at my disposal, and I knew it wouldn't take me long to uncover who the bastard was.Just a few hours and my boys already found out the name of the man he was desperately trying to protect.I should be pissed that Adrian was trying to protect another man who wasn't me, but I decided to let it go.Once I am done with the fucker, he will learn never to mess with me again.I wasn't the least bit surprised when Dominic revealed that the man in question was that damn firefighter from before.Suddenly, it all came flooding back - how he had persistently pursued Adrian, despite my explicit warnings to keep his distance. His audacity was staggering, and I couldn't help but wonder what drove him to continue pursuing someone who was clearly off-limits.
GIOVANNI After going at it for a few minutes, I realized the sofa was no longer enough for us. With a surge of adrenaline, I grasped Adrian's neck, pulling him off the sofa. His legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, trembling violently from the relentless abuse from me.I hadn't intended to punish him that much, but witnessing Adrian cry was unexpectedly mesmerizing. His tears seemed to awaken a primal desire within me, and I felt myself becoming increasingly aroused. It was as if he was deliberately using his tears to seduce me, playing on my emotions to make me punish him further.He begged for it, and I gave it to him.Adrian clinging tightly onto me like he was holding on for dear life as I carried him inside. Carefully dropped him on the king-size bed.His ass was tightening around me, threatening to snap my cock in two. He was such a slut, begging to be fucked senseless after all the punishment.Such a greedy little slut!Adrian shoved back against me, but I pushed him f
ADRIAN I was still desperately trying to dull the throbbing pain in my butt, but it seemed like an impossible feat. Every twitch, every shift, every beat of my heart sent a fresh wave of agony coursing through my tender flesh. The sting of the belt, the bite of Giovanni's teeth – every sensation blended together in a uproar of hurt that refused to subside. I had never realized just how sensitive that area was until now, when every fiber seemed to be screaming in protest.Giovanni had released his grip on my battered butt barely five minutes ago, leaving me to nurse the lingering pain and discomfort. I was still trying to catch my breath and process what had just transpired when he vanished into the inner part of the hotel room. The sound of rustling bags and muffled footsteps echoed from behind me, and I wondered what he was up to. My curiosity was short-lived, as Giovanni reemerged with a small, sleek shopping bag clutched in his hand, its crinkly contents hinting at my curiosi