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Salvatore; "You can't make me talk! I would never betray my people! "His arrogant voice exclaims as soon as he sees me, and I smile. I was hoping for an interesting day, and I got it. I needed something to help get my mind off David, and I got it. Watching this bastard break will give me some peace of mind. I pull out a cigar from my pocket and light it as I watch the bastard who is spread out in front of me with every limb bound.I raise a hand, and my men nod. One presses the button and the machine roars to life. I smile as the smug look on the man's face vanishes for just a second. But when he looks at me, he tries to put up a front."I'm not scared! I won't tell you anything! "He yells, and I smile before taking another drag of my cigarette."Do you like paintings, Dante? "I question, and he falls silent. I look up at him and find him gawking at me, and I stare at him with expectant eyes."N... No...? " he replies, and my smile grows."Wonderful! I get to educate you! "I say
Salvatore's Point Of View: I walk into my bedroom and halt. David is shirtless, on the floor doing pushups. He has his back to the door and seems to have his earpiece in, so he didn't hear me come in. I shut the door behind me and lean against it as I watch him. There are tiny scars scattered across his back, and the mere thought of Dimitri behind them angers me. What has David been forced to go through? All those years in the shadows... Away from me. What was he forced to go through?I watch his back muscles flex as he keeps pushing up and down, and I take a deep breath. He has a sleeper build. Sometimes I forget how toned he is because of how cute he looks when he's dressed.I watch his body tremble under the weight of discipline, and it's a beautiful sight watching him push himself like that. David is no weakling. He's a strong man, and I hope to be able to hone that. I want to build him. Make him strong. Strong enough, but with me as his only weakness. "A hundred... and twenty-fi
Salvatore:"We... shouldn't be doing this... "He whispers as he pulls away from my kiss, but as he takes a step back, I follow him. "Why? "I question, and he blinks at me. The shade of red in his cheeks increasing by the second. "Because... Because... "He begins, and I take his hand as I close the gap between us. "Your fears... Your questions... Leave them outside. Just for a minute. You'll never know what you truly want if you don't have a taste of your options. "I say, and his breathing becomes ragged. His back hits the counter, and without warning him, I lift and place him on it. I take my nose to his neck and take a deep breath. As the smell of lavender and his sweat fills my lungs, It dawns on me that this young man might just be a drug I won't be able to quit⌠Even if I tried to. I trail my tongue along his smooth neck, and I feel him tremble in my arms. I find his pulse, and I place my tongue on it. Feeling him beat against my tongue. A testament of life. This moment makes
David:What... Just happened? What... did just do?? I let... I let Salvatore touch me. I let Salvatore touch me, and I... I liked it...I look down at my pants, and I quickly shove myself back into my briefs and drag my pants up. I stop as I remember how he looked down there just wrapping and working his tongue around me like it was something... Natural. Something he was born to do...My heart starts thudding in my chest as I feel tingles in every place he touched and held me. I shut my eyes and exhale as I try to gather my thoughts and make sense of my feelings. "What will the church say if they find out!? How could you think of something so disgusting!? "I open my eyes on hearing her voice, and my blood freezes in my veins when I see my mother. Standing right in front of me, and pointing at something. I follow her gaze, and my eyes land on seventeen-year-old me. On my knees, ashamed, afraid and in my backyard after Jasper left. I gulp as I watch myself cry, and I feel all the emot
Salvatore;âWhat are you doing? âI question, and David keeps his head hanging. Ignoring the question I just asked.âDavidâŚ? âI call, and finally he replies.âI just⌠want to sit here tonight. âHe replies, and Lucas and I share a look. So this is what he has decided to do. Avoid me? No. I wonât allow that.I push my chair back as I stand up. I walk over to the other end of the dining table where heâs at and sit beside him. Closing the space between us. Immediately, I take my seat, he tries to stand up, but I grab his thigh to hold him in place. I feel his entire body tense up under my grip, and I try to look at his face, but he looks away, causing me to sigh.âYouâre not leaving. âI say to him, and I hear him exhale before sitting down. I look at Lucas who is sitting at the other end of the table looking at us, and he flashes me a smile before pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. Finally, The maids come in with dinner, and I see the confusion on their faces as Iâm not in my
Salvatore;âWho said what? âI question, and Lucas stuffs his mouth with food, and I watch him eat in silence. My anger keeps mounting as I watch him drink from his cup, and I roll my eyes in annoyance.âLucas⌠âI call, and he looks up at me. His usual, casual look on his face,âYou might want to sit down for this. I donât want you going all Hulk smash mode on me when I tell you. âHe says, pointing at the chair in front of him, and I huff before walking over to the chair and sitting in front of him.âWho said what to David, Lucas? âI question as he starts eating, and he looks up at me with accusing eyes. He has a bored expression on his face that says this is all my fault.âI tried to reason with you, Salu. I tried. But never listen. Once you set your mind to something, even amnesia would make you sway from your decision. âHe says, and I stare at him still waiting for the answer to my question.âYou got a very able young man and confined him to your room. I donât even think he knows his
Salvatore:I walk into my yard, and all my men are assembled in a massive circle. Thirty of them. I walk into the middle of the circle, and I can sense the tension in the air. GOOD. They should be scared. They know I only call them together like this when there is trouble. I currently have just 10 men patrolling the property, but I have to address this, and I will do it now! Logic can wait.âIâm sure youâre all wondering why I called you all out here tonight. âI say as I look at all their faces. âWeâre here to play a game. âI announce, and I hear murmurs.âItâs been a while since weâve had fun or had any bonding activity. I think itâs high time I fix that. Iâve been so distant, that some of you are beginning to forget what I really am. âI add, and Iâm blessed with silence. Silence and fear I can feel reverberating through the air.âTonight, we will mimic my underground matches. Two folks will fight, and will only stop when I am satisfied with the condition one of them is in. âI conti
David;I adjust my tie in annoyance as I walk down the corridor with a tray of Salvatoreâs tea in my hands. I had worn a sweater and jeans earlier, but Mrs Lana asked me to change. She told me that what I had on was not a dressing fit for Salvatoreâs assistant. She said he likes things in an organized manner and if Iâm to be his assistant, I have to be official and dress like one. Itâs not like Iâm used to this. Iâve never been an assistant before. Iâm a thief and a hacker. And overnight, I got promoted from captive to assistant. I know I wanted to do something, but this⌠I donât think Iâm cut out for this.I knock on the door to Salvatoreâs office, but I get no reply. I had gone to his room earlier, but the maid cleaning it said he was in the office. I sigh and knock again, but Iâm met with silence.âMr. Salvatore? âI call, and once again, Iâm met with silence. I place my head on the wooden door and let out a breath. Is this some kind of test?âIâm coming in. âI inform him, and with
Lucas;He adjusts on the bed and bites into one of his cookies. âIâve known for a while now.â He says casually as he chews, and suddenly, his eyes light up.âWow! This tastes amazing!â He exclaims, and I blink at him. How the hell did he figure it out? Should I lie? Does Sal know he knows this? Does he know Sal wasâŚâI also know Sal was Desmond.â He adds as he keeps eating, and I reach for the wall for support.I donât know if to deny this.âSal knows I know. I donât think it would be fair to keep you in the dark.â He adds, and finally, he looks up at me again. He looks unbothered, and me. I donât know how to feel about this, so I blurt out the first thing that makes it past the chaos in my head.âHow did you figure that out?â âWhat do they say about a magician and his tricks?â He replies, and I scoff before moving back to the bed. He doesnât seem upset or worried by it.âI underestimated you,â I note, and he laughs.âA lot of people do.â He replies, and I stare at him in disbeli
Lucas;âWhat if Sal hasnât let himself love anyone else since Dimitri, cause⌠somewhere in his heart, he still⌠loves him?â I chomp on the chocolate cookies Mrs. Lana made me as I reminisce on Davidâs words.Sal canât possibly have feelings for Dimitri. Itâs impossible. Right?Iâd know⌠For me, not even being able to tell that they once dated, it should mean he doesnât love Dimitri anymore. Right??I groan as I walk over to my ceiling-to-floor window and stare at the ocean. This man will be the death of me. I watch as the water ripples gently with the moon reflecting gracefully on it, as I listen to the waves gently clap in the distance. I shut my eyes. Davidâs sad face comes to my mind, and I peel my eyes back open. I understand how he feels. But itâs pointless for him to feel that way.I donât understand the Sal and Dimitri drama, but I know Sal is in love with David. Thatâs not up for debate. The only person who isnât loved here⌠Is me.Thereâs suddenly a knock on my door, and I
David;âWait⌠You didnât know?â I ask him, and Lucasâs mouth falls open as he stares at me. âNo, I didnât know! Howâs that even⌠What? How did you⌠Where did you hear something like that?â He questions. Absolutely dumbfounded, and I scoff in disbelief.I canât believe Sal didnât even tell him.âWOW!â I exclaim before looking away in disbelief.âWait. You canât be serious. Thatâs not possible. I would know. Heâs never mentioned anything like that.â Lucas exclaims, still in shock, and I turn to him.âIt is true. When they were teenagers. Dimitri told me⌠And he showed me pictures.â I replied, and Lucas stared at me in silence. His dark green eyes blinking in disbelief.âYouâre sure they were photoshopped or⌠or edited pictures?â He asks, refusing to believe it, and I shake my head in disagreement.âI would know an edited picture when I see one. It wasnât fake, Lucas. I asked Sal about it, and he begged me not to talk about it.â I reply, and silence falls upon us. âHow could he hide so
*Song For This Chapter: I Canât Make You Love Me(Cover) By Bon Iver*Lucas;I stroll through Salâs mansion with my cup of milk in my hand. I wanted booze, but Mrs Lana refused to give me any till my wounds healed properly. I kiss my teeth as my mind fails to make the milk taste or seem like alcohol.âSo much for the power of imaginationâŚâ I whisper to myself as I keep walking, and looking about the dimly lit house. Dark as Sal likes it. This was his childhood home. He always avoided this place, but he came here to keep David Safe. He loves him that much⌠It is pitiable to see that the fool still hasnât realised how much he loves the boy. Iâm about to walk past a corridor when I hear someone humming in the distance. I look down at my watch, and itâs 11:30 pm. What normal person isnât asleep by this time? Oh⌠Right. Iâm awake too.I follow the voice, and I stop when I see David. He has his back turned to me and is staring over the sea behind the estate. Heâs in long, navy blue woolle
David;I let out a long yawn as I open my eyes, and Iâm confused when my gaze lands on a black ceiling. Where the fuckâŚ? What is this place?? Wasnât I with Sal??I sit up in a panic, and relief washes over me when I find that Iâm still in the car. I look back down at the seat in confusion, and I find that the chair has been reclined. Salvatore must have done that.I realise that Iâm alone in the car with its windows down, and the car is parked directly in front of a hospital. A hospital??Why are we here??Arenât we going to pick up Lucas? Salvatore soon walks through the hospital doors, but my brows crease at the person beside him. The person Sal is helping to walk. Itâs Lucas. What happened to him? I try to open the door, but realise that Sal locked me in, and I frown.Why did he do that? They soon get to the car, and I scowl at Sal as he reaches for the car key in his pocket. He presses a button, and all the doors open. Causing me to roll my eyes. âWhy did you lock me in?â I
David;I thank Salvatore as I take the bag from him and pull out one of the gummy packs, when a thought hits me.âWant one?â I question, and he nods awkwardly.âS-SureâŚâ He replies, and I reach into the bag to give him one. He got me so manyâŚâThank you.â He replies, and I force a smile at him before looking down at the pack in my hands. I tear it open and am about to put my earpiece back into my ear, but he suddenly speaks.âD-did you like breakfast?â He questions, and I look up at him with a raised brow. Why did that sound weird⌠and rushed? Like he was desperately trying to start a conversation? Well, I have been silent for half an hour. Itâs only fair I say something.âHmm,â I reply, and I see hurt in his eyes. I let out a breath as he looks away, and kicks the car back to life. I watch his gloomy face as he pulls out of the gas station, and I begin to feel guilty. He was expecting more⌠but Iâm not in the mood to talk.âIt tasted different, though,â I add, and I see his eyes lig
David;âDavid?â I hear Salâs voice call gently as someone shakes me, but Iâm not ready to wake up yet.âMmm.â I groan as I turn away from the light and pull the duvet over my head.âWake up, David. Itâs time for breakfast.â He says as he tries to pull off the duvet, but I donât let him.âIâm not hungryâŚâ I slur, but he doesnât relent.âYes, you are. You didnât eat last night.â He says, but I donât respond.âYou donât have to get out of bed. I brought it up here for you.â He adds, and this partially removes sleep from my eyes.What does he mean he brought it up here for me?I slowly raise the duvet and peek out at him from under it. In his hands is a tray of covered plates, and the aroma hits my nose. My stomach rumbles, and I immediately sit up as I rub my eyes.âGood morning, sleepy head.â He greets me as I yawn and stretch, and I just stare at him as my thoughts start falling into place. I need a few seconds to do that every morning.âGood morning.â I greet him, and he smiles. He
David;âHow do I get him to love me, Mrs. Lana? I donât think I can live without him, but I canât live like this. I just want someone to love me for once⌠I want someone to choose me. To choose to love meâŚâ I croak as I wipe a line of tears from my eyes, and Mrs Lana sighs as she closes the bottle of honey and stands up.âDo you know why I decided to work as a cook for Salvatoreâs family?â She questions as she returns the honey to the fridge, and I raise a brow.âWhy?â I question, wondering how any of this is related to what I just told her.âCause I wanted peace. I wanted to be able to cook, and sleep, drink tea, and watch television for as long as I wanted,â she says as she closes the fridge. And I raise a brow.âAnd⌠You donât do that?ââI do it. But every now and then, I canât enjoy the simplicity of my life, cause you two boys want to kill me with stress. âShe says as she folds her hands over her chest and gives me a look.âOne of youâs a coward, the otherâs blindâ and Iâm just a
David;I stare at Sal as he sleeps, and I canât stop my tears. Theyâre silent⌠But drowning. How hard is it to love me? Why doesnât he love me? He wants me to stay⌠He needs me to stay⌠But he doesnât love me. And that kills me. I couldnât bear to see him broken like that⌠crying like that. I said Iâd stay but I donât know if I have the strength to. To leave, or to stay⌠I donât know if I have that strength. Why wonât he just love me?Does he think I donât love him? Am I not good enough? Will people laugh at or disrespect him if they find out that weâre together? Maybe Iâm unworthy of his loveâŚâI told you from the start, didnât I?â Her voice flows into my ears, and I freeze. I look up and find my mother staring at me.âLoving him was a mistake. Heâd never love you. Youâll never be enough for him. This is not the type of life youâre meant to live. Let me in. Let me guide you. Let me help you⌠Youâll kill your heart if you stay with him. Youâll wallow in loneliness and pain, David. I