Bullets

Salvatore watched Aryan do his workout. He was a fitness freak, which was evident and was well built. The toned body made Salvatore feel all warm. He looked away.

He has overseen the protection of a couple of people over time and did it himself too because they were assets. There was money at stake. He was one hundred per cent professional about it. And none of them dared to challenge him ever and it was never an elaborate job anyway. His guards would do all the guarding. None of them was important on a personal level. Aryan, he was different. He is the stake. Aryan who fought him at every point and argued back and manhandled him even.

The problem was that neither is this a job nor is it anything professional. It's personal and that made all the difference.

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Aryan decided to talk with Salvatore. The man had been fucking professional with him every fucking second and that pissed him off beyond belief.

Salvatore was driving the vehicle. It was just the two of them.

"Stop the car," said Aryan.

Salvatore raised his eyebrow and looked at Aryan.

"We are stopping only at your house," said Salvatore.

Aryan just opened the door and jumped out. Salvatore stopped the car and got out and saw Aryan get up. There was a trickle of blood on his cheek.

Salvatore glared at him and Aryan cringed inside but kept his stern face.  "Well, you did not listen," said Aryan

"I am listening now. There better be a strong reason," said Salvatore growling.

"It's valid for me. We both had been avoiding it and I am done avoiding it," said Aryan.

"What are you talking about?" asked Salvatore, not letting it affect him.

"I am talking about us, don't act dense," said Aryan.

"There is nothing to talk about," said Salvatore.

"Don't tell me I don't affect you," said Aryan.

Salvatore snorted.

"You don't affect me Aryan," said Salvatore.

Aryan's face did not reveal the varied emotions he had at the moment.

"Liar," said Aryan.

Salvatore shook his head and turned.

"I really am not interested Boss, you find some guy to take off the edge," said Salvatore. Even as he said it, it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Before Aryan could say anything, bullet whooshed past them. Aryan felt himself being pulled against the now familiar broad, strong chest. Salvatore was using his body to guard him and Aryan was looking at Salvatore's face which was concentrated and was looking in all directions as bullets left his gun.

Once they safely got out, Aryan realised he was still inside Salvatore's arms. He looked at Salvatore who was still looking around for potential danger. Aryan grabbed the man's attention by pulling at his shirt and Salvatore looked at him. 

"You are injured," said Aryan and he pulled the man to the car and took out the first aid kit and tended to the wound.

Salvatore was looking at Aryan. It was just a small wound. A bullet has barely brushed his arm and Aryan was not taking it well at all by the way he was going about tending to the injury. His resolve to keep Aryan at arm's length only became stronger as he saw his caring side.

"That's enough," said Salvatore and grabbed his hand away.

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Aryan couldn't believe he was making fool of himself by going mad over this guy. It was just a crush, an itch, a curiosity, he decided and he was sure it would go away once he had sex with Salvatore. So he was resolved to bed the man. Then he can go about his life with the old sedateness rather than this emotional rollercoaster he is going through right now.

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Salvatore hatched a plan to do away with Dapone's once and for all to ensure that Aryan is safe and Avanindra can live peacefully for the rest of the days. He was sure it wouldn't take him much time and he made the perfect trap for the Dapones. 

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Aryan made himself a coffee. He saw Salvatore still eating the head of the guards for the security breach and rolled his eyes. He took a cup of coffee for him and then looked at all.

"That's all for now. If it's not your schedule, go and have a lie in. Off you all go," said Aryan and waited. They all looked at Salvatore who just sighed and glared at Aryan who thrust the coffee cup into his hand.

Salvatore swore in French, his mother tongue but took the coffee.

He sat down on the sofa opposite Aryan who had his legs around a pillow as he laid back and was watching the football match.

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Aryan was asleep by the time Salvatore decided to have a lie in. Salvatore looked at Aryan for a few seconds and looked away and walked out. 

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Aryan decided to have a day off. He had made a decision in his mind and he was going to make it happeb. By the end of this day, he would bed Salvatore and that would be the end of this phase. He was sure.

"What are you playing at? You had a tight schedule today?" asked Salvatore glaring at Aryan throwing the files at the table.

"I felt like investing my energy on something else completely," said Aryan.

"And what the fuck is that?" asked Salvatore.

"You. I am going to have you in my bed tonight," said Aryan casually as he sipped on the tea.

Salvatore looked at him like he lost his mind.

"You are absolutely mental," said Salvatore before he walked off.

He stopped halfway.

"And we will see who loses," said Salvatore and stalked off. He was too furious to say anything.

Aryan snorted as he looked on.