He opened his eyes panting hard and sweating profusely, he squinted his eyes trying to adjust it to the darkness, he didn't remember turning off his light last night, infact he never goes to sleep with his lights off.He could barely see in the dark, but he could feel the hard surface which his back was on, this doesn't feel like his soft, feathery mattress, this felt like a solid rock, pinching into his back.He tried to move so he could turn on the lights, something was wrong.He couldn't move, his hands felt like something was holding them back, tight and thin, he tried again and he felt the sting on his wrists, his hands were tied to whatever surface he was lying on.His legs too felt like they were being pulled apart, spread wide and tied to something, he was vulnerable.His heart rate spiked as he looked around frantically, barely able to move his head.He starts hearing muffled cries from his side, he couldn't pinpoint which side it was coming from, the person sniffled again ma
Spade stepped out of the bathroom, wet and dripping with water, with a towel hanging low on his waist, barely holding on around his waistHe stopped in front of his closet mirror, the door of the walk in closet served two purposes, a door and also a humongous mirror, full length.He looked at himself, seeing his hair dripping with water down his face and chest, he peeled off the towel from around his waist and used it to dry his hair, soaking off the excess water from it, before flinging the towel on the bed He opened his closet and walked in, the lights automatically came on the minute he stepped in, dim yellow light.On the right side of the closet were rows and rows of different colors of suit, blue, black, red, maroon, but mostly black as that was the color of his life.On the same hanger space were rows of ties of different colors, from stripped to just plain.Neatly folded on the left side of the closet were his trouser and white buttoned up shirts, one for each suit. Neatly ar
Spade watched as he walked out of the house without even sparing him a glance, not even for a second.Yes Nate was afraid, but this wasn't just fear, there was something else.And somehow he wasn't comfortable with it, the way Nate ignored him, he didn't like it.It riled him up, left him irritated, it made him feel small in a way.He clenched his jaw and looked back at Su, his eyes going down to the brown envelope in her hands.He badly wanted to know what that envelope contained, why Nate was meeting with Van Horne that night."Daddy must be proud" he muttered looking at her, her eyes met his and she sighed out looking away "you know, having two kids that would do just about anything for him, one running his little errand for him and the other willingly selling herself away to pay his debt" he taunted making Su's eyes cut to his, her gaze sharp and angry.Her lips trembled slightly, as his eyes moved from her lips to her eyes, pure rage.She clenched her jaw and shut her eyes."What
His black Aston Martin stopped in front of the club, the same one he'd been in a few nights ago, he looked at the huge Neon sign, thinking about how semi normal and regular his life was before all this.He'd never been one to be seen in a place like this, he rarely ever even left his house to go for business function, but now he found himself coming to this club at very close intervals, twice in one week.He let out a deep breath, looked at his wristwatch before stepping out of the car, the man at the entrance of the club was the same man he met here everytime he came.He walked into the club, pulling together all the will power he had, he would need it for who he was coming to meet.And why he was here.It was almost past 5 so the club was not so scanty, just a handful of people, mostly dangerous looking men sitting on tables on the left side of the room.His eyes moved to the bar and he spotted the same waitress he always met whenever he came.A familiar face, he shoved his hands in
Nate stepped out of the bathroom, with a towel hanging low on his waist, he walked towards the closet and opened it, taking out a smaller towel, he dried his hairHe hung it back on one the rack and pulled out a blue round neck, short sleeve and a grey hoody.He pulled out a jean and put them on.He looked at himself in the mirror again, making sure his hair was not scattered or still wet.He sighed out, picked up his key from his bedside table and his phone.He turned off the lights in his apartment and walked out of the house, walking through the hallway, he headed towards the elevator, got in and pressed the car lot, waiting inside his mind shifted to how quiet his apartment building always was.He hardly ever met anyone that stayed here, he knew he had neighbors but he'd never really met any of themWell except for the blonde man he'd seen on two occasions in the elevator.He hadn't seen him against since then.He wondered which floor he stayed at and why he had struck up a conver
Spade was no saint, he was involved in a lot of things, including selling of people.He never bought anyone tho and neither was he directly the one doing the selling.He may have sponsored a few of such auction, mostly because of the profit gotten from it, and he attended a few too.Matteo sighed out, breaking the silence in the car"About Van Horne" he muttered grabbing Spade's attention again, he looked at Matteo briefly before his eyes set on the road again."Nathan Miller was not the middle man, nobody knows who he is, the only person that knows who what he looks like is Greg and Van Horne" he added and Spade just sighed out This was another dead end on this case."So what? That's it, nothing else"? He asked and Matteo just sighed out, nodding his head."That's all I could get for now but I'll keep looking" he muttered and Spade took his left hand off the steering and scratched his beard They were already close to Lust"What about the Miller kid"? Matteo asked making Spade's sha
His car stopped in front of the famous event center, there were a lot of expensive cars, with valet boys going up and down collecting car keys and parking the cars for their owners Even from inside his car he could hear chattering and muffled noises from the background, he could see the flashing lights of cameras all over the place He sighed out, looked at his wristwatch and opened the car door before stepping out.It was much more crowded outside than he imagined.The red carpet was filled with different people, prestigious men and elegant women walked up and down the red carpet, taking pictures and answering questions.He adjusted his tie and took long strides and walked towards the red carpet, he wasn't really a fan of things like this, the attention wasn't really necessary, so many eyes at him all at once.It made his skin crawl with anxiety.He let out a deep breath as one of the cameras flashed his eyes, he composed himself, not stopping he headed straight towards the entrance
Matteo rushed through the crowd, muttering a few excuses and cuss words, hearing the grumble and words of disapproval from everyone he hit by mistake, he didn't wanna lose the person he was following.He had seen him from the entrance, he wasn't supposed to be here, now he was gonna answer what he was doing here.He saw him walk through the door at the other end of the hall, Matteo increased his speed, he didn't wanna lose him Finally getting to the door he pushed it open and entered into the long hallway, wide enough to house two people, the person had just took a left turn at the far end of the hall, Matteo took long strides towards him, as he got to the turn he looked ahead and saw him going into a room, he quickened his pace and rushed towards the same room.Looking back to be sure he wasn't walking into a trap, there was no one following him, he opened the door and walked into the room, the person's broad back was to him as the only light in the room was that of his phone and th
"I want everything to be perfect" Nate muttered out and his sister just looked at him worriedly as she finally laughed"And it will be Nate, just relax" she said putting her hand on his shoulder "we have the rooftop booked and I checked earlier today, the place has been decorated just like you asked, and the cake is ready, even Spade's outfit has been sent, it's in the bedroom" she explained to him and he just sighed out and placed his hand on his waistHe needed everything to go as planned, he wanted the night to be a memorable night for Spade, after everything they'd been through, Spade deserved this, he even made sure it was at the restaurant they had their first date as friends.He had been stressing about this for weeks and now the day was finally here, he even avoided Spade just so he wouldn't make a mistake and slip up, he knew Spade was worried that they'd been drifting apart, but if only the man knew what Nate had planned for him.He even got them both matching tuxedos, every
One month laterSpade stood in the cell, watching Salvatore, who he had insisted he would keep an extra one month before he would torture, possibly kill, after Nate had asked him to do whatever he pleased with the man.Nate had surprised him when he told Salvatore that he had forgiven him, infact since he met the young man well over six months ago, all Nate had been doing was surprising him.He folded the sleeves of his shirt as he watched Salvatore like a predator watching it's pretty, waiting for a good time to strike."What are you doing here Spade? I thought your fag of a boyfriend forgave me"? Salvatore spat at him, causing him to raise his brows at the crude language Salvatore had used on Nate.He stalked towards a table in the cell, he had it brought there that morning, it had every torture equipment he'd ever used.He picked up two small knives first, then shook his head, smacking his lips"You see Salvatore, my boyfriend may have forgiven you, something I still can't seem to
Spade sighed out still looking at Nate, he gently brought his hand and tried to hold Nate's hand, but the young man just shrugged it off, trying to move away from Spade "Baby what's wrong"? He asked, watching as Nate snickered and scrunched his nose up, he turned to look at Spade with disbelief dancing in his eyes."Are you seriously asking me that" Nate whispered out, and Spade sighed before he sat down on the bedside beside Nate"I'm sorry" he whispered, causing Nate to scoff, Spade didn't know what else to say at that point, that was all he could come up with, he really didn't have any excuse to give."I know I should have listened to you, I shouldn't have left that day" he added, this didn't even seem to pacify Nate as he only turned further away from Spade.Spade grabbed both his hands and held them firmly "please look at me Nate" he whispered, his voice sounded as if he was close to tears, but Nate wasn't sure someone like Spade was capable of crying.Not that he wanted Spade t
Spade sat watching the beautiful man he had come to love with his very existence, if need be he was ready to die for Nate, actually the night he'd gone after Sullivan, he'd hoped he'd die so he could at least see Nate and talk with him one last time, but death didn't come that easy for him, especially for him.It had been approximately one month since Nate was shot and he slipped into coma, one month that Spade had to live without Nate, a very sour and bad experience for him.He'd barely left his side, he even stopped working, Matteo handled the mafia while he never left Nate's side, he didn't want to miss the day when Nate would wake up, although he was beginning to lose hope of that ever happening, even though the doctors had said Nate was responding to treatment and was close to waking up, he didn't see any improvement.It was the sane thing everyday and the beeping sound of the machine Nate was hooked on was getting on his nerve, some days he wanted to have at it and smash it to p
Spade took long strides towards the basement of his mansion, the dungeon where he was told Salvatore was being kept, he hadn't gotten a wink of rest, after leaving the hospital, he called Stefano, asking the man about something he'd asked him to do a while back, and luck was on his side because Stefano already had it under control, giving Spade even more push than he expected.He stepped into the basement and walked right into the barred cells, in the middle of it, Salvatore was tied to a chair, his wounded leg had been tended to, Spade had ordered that, he didn't want the man to die just yet Death was too easy for someone like him, Spade would make him suffer, but first he needed information from the man.He shoved his hands into his pocket, as Salvatore looked up and had a grin on his face when he saw Spade."I thought you had forgotten about me" he muttered, Spade didn't say anything to him, he just watched him with great contempt and rage.He clenched his jaw as he watched the ma
The drive was one of the longest Spade had ever had to endure in his entire life, he kept taking quick glances at Nate on his thighs, at a point he thought the young man had finally given in to his wounds, but the shallow breath that left his slightly parted lips, gave Spade a small but of hopeHe didn't know he was this impatient, not until he had to sit in the back of the car with Nate as he watched Matteo drive, it was as though the blonde wasn't even driving fast at all.But after the unending and torturing drive, they finally arrived at the hospital, he didn't even wait for Matteo to help him out before he got out of the car and scooped Nate up bridal style, rushing him into the hospital.For once he was grateful he'd settle his issue with Garcia, because now he didn't have to go through the excruciating stress of answering stupid questions from the cops about how Nate got shot or whatnot.He kicked the doors open as he rushed into the hospital, with Matteo right behind him, one
Running through the corridor, Spade took the nearest left turn that led down another corridor, okay Matteo was right, this place was a fucking maze, he was running when he almost bumped into Matteo, who was also headed towards the same direction."Was that you"? He asked breathlessly and Matteo just shook his head"I thought it was you" he muttered, and Spade clenched his jaws "and it's not Bernie, because he's with me" "Shit" Spade cussed out, he knew it wasn't Nico or Vince, he left them downstairs, he rushed towards where they had heard the sound, with Matteo right behind him, as they kept meeting more corridors on the way, making it even hard to decipher where the sound had come from.They took another turn, both of them already hoping this would be the last one, because it seemed they were getting lost in this house.They both stopped in their tracks at the foot of the corridor, it was just as long as the others, but he didn't bother looking at the end, because what he was seein
Spade was tense, the air in the car was somewhat awkward and intense, they were already on their way to the location where Nate was being kept, he knew he shouldn't be so reliant on his gut feeling but something inside him was telling him that no doubt Nate would be where they were headed.All the other hints they'd gotten over the past few weeks have all led to dead ends but none gave him this strong belief inside.They had taken two cars, he was riding with Matteo and Bernie, surprisingly Stefano had asked to ride with the other guy that was going with them, for some odd reason it felt weird that for the last hour Stefano had been with them, he hadn't tried to annoy Matteo as usual.Spade could tell something was wrong, especially with the way Matteo had also gone completely silent and his mood somber since they set out on the drive.He'd asked the blonde about it but he just said he was kind of nervous about where they were headed, but Spade knew he was lying, nothing ever fazed Ma
He was sitting at the head of the table, a few of his men were seated around the huge conference room, Matteo was sitting by his right as usual, while Bernie was on his left.True to what he'd ordered Matteo to do, the blonde had called some of his men into the conference room for the meeting, and he looked more alive than he had done in days, hope was evident on his face and it was much stronger in his heart.Something in his gut feeling told him this wasn't just a hunch, he could feel it deep down that he was going to find Nate.He looked at the chairs and it was just Vince, Nico and Murphy, one of his very good shooter, the guy was good with a sniper, he didn't want to have all of his men here, not because he didn't trust them but because the smaller the team, the faster and efficient they would be."I'm sure most of you already know why I called for this meeting"? Spade's voice bounced off the walls of the room, making them to nod, as that was making it even easier for him, he did