~ IVAN ~Ivan paced in his room, his eyes fixed on his phone, waiting for it to light up like a miracle. It'd been hours since the mercenary he'd sent reported back to him that their prey had been marked and it remained execution. But hours had passed and he haven't heard back from them His mind went back to the countless missed calls he'd dropped, his anger increasing by the second. With an angry pant, he dialed the boss' number again and suddenly, it was picked.“Hello. Detec–”He didn't allow the police to land before cutting the call. He threw the burner phone against the wall in anger before walking towards it and picking it up. His grip tightened around it, feeling it crack a little. Then, he walked to the fireplace in his room and threw his burner phone in it, watching it burn while he imagined Vincent and Dimitri burning in the flames.“I'm going to ruin you.” He said through gritted teeth._ _ _ ~ MR BIANCHI'S OFFICE ~“Honey, are you sure?” Mrs Bianchi asked her husband wh
~ DIMITRI ~It was the third day of Dimitri's stay in his family's mansion. Apart from the last food he ate with his family, he was determined not to attend any dinner, breakfast, or lunch with them.Why?Mara who'd gone to god knows where was back in the house and one thing he couldn't stand was her sight.But this morning, Dimitri's tablet finally dinged with a notification. He dropped the dumbbells he was exercising with and picked it up. He'd waited with bated breaths for it to ding and it finally did.His eyes light up when he saw that the message was from Isabella Reynolds. The mail conveyed that she'd given Elora his email address and she'll send the proceedings of her research to him soon so he could track down her son.Dimitri snickered at the last part, knowing fully well he wasn't doing it for them but the mail had elevated his mood. He hummed a random music to himself as he took off his pants and went to his attached bathroom to take a shower. When he entered the room, he
~ DIMITRI ~One thing about Dimitri?He never forgets. He never forgives either. He's not one to let bygones be bygones, He's very vengeful. To him, forgiveness is overrated which was why even after all these years, he never forgave his father nor did he forget the incident that had his world going on a downward spiral.Even hatred is a motivation. After the phone call, he spent the time in his room, fantasizing about what he would do to him when he finally gets a hold of him. The sound of a knock on the door jolted him awake. He wore back his tank top and walked to the door, opening it.When the maid who stood by the door saw how close they were, she turned crimson. Dimitri's face was blank but he smirked internally.“You were knocking?” He asked when a few seconds had passed but she said nothing. He was already starting to get bored.“G…grandpa Santini is awake.” She whispered, her eyes fixed on his chest.He nodded before going back in to put on a slide. Then, he stepped out back.
~ VINCENT ~Vincent sat numbly on a bench at the hospital's waiting area while Jenna paced to and fro. Some minutes later, one of the nurses approached them.“You can come in now.” She said to them.Jenna didn't even wait for her to land before she's dashing towards Alex's ward. Vincent hurried behind her. When she set her eyes on Alex, she hurried to him and engulfed him in a hug, tears of relief streaming down her face.“Don't crush me.” He whimpered. “It's not that I'm dying.”“I thought you were going to die, bitch.” She said sniffing.“I have nine lives.” He said with a low chuckle.Vincent watched them, letting them have enough of each other before stepping closer. When Alex's eyes landed on him, he smiled.“Hi Vince.” He nodded. “How do you feel?” “Better. Where's Remi?” Jenna leaned up, seething. “He just had to live up to his skirt chaser reputation by disappearing on us.” She gritted out. “I can only hope he's not dead.” She added with a sigh.“Pussy won't be the death of
~ DIMITRI ~Ask of a word to describe Dimitri Santini's life lately and it will be ‘Monotonous’. With great effort, he'd finally cleared the mess Ivanov made but he was still hesitant of handing over the reins back to him. That's the only way he could show Grandpa Santini how responsible he is for now until he decides to make the issue with Mara mandatory. And who knows, if he finally increased the family's profit by thirty percent, maybe they'll reconsider.That's still a hope though and a farfectched one at that. Dimitri spared his large flat screen which was showing a video of Vincent wrapping a towel around his waist a last glance before grabbing his remote and switching it off. He dropped the remote on the couch and adjusted the waistband of his pants suit.It's time for work. After adjusting his wrist watch, he picked up his tablet from the table and walked out of his penthouse before taking the elevator.When he reached the last floor, three men in black suit and sun glasse
~ DIMITRI ~ The thought of him interrupting his life was also one of the reasons that kept him away. What if he scares him off by acting according to his needs when all he needed was to scoop in a hug and hold him in his arms like he actually belonged there. But he knew he couldn't. For now. So, over the past one week, he would always whisper to himself, “Hold on little mouse.” “Hold on Signore Mio.” And a part of him wished the wind would carry his whispers to his ears but there was no sign that he heard him. It was leg day for Dimitri. But as he was exercising his muscles, he was watching him in the large flat screen TV in his penthouse’ gym. Everything was almost normal. He got to watch him all day long while trying to tune out the presence of his sudden friends. His work was flowing in the right direction and he'd embarked on his goal to increase the company's income. The mafia's dealings were smoother now after he finally grasped what they needed; the mafia didn't n
‘You have to understand pain to be able to give it.’That's Marco, Draco's twin brother anthem.Where Draco is the second twin pulling strings behind closed doors and behind computers, Marco is the muscle headed twin. He believes in action speaking louder than words and his torturing methods are ruthless. Even Dimitri's paled in comparison to him.So, what better person could handle the core job Dimitri had bestowed upon Draco except his brother? When Marco heard that Dimitri needed someone to perform a task, he dropped everything he was doing and came to Miami. Afterall, they owe him their lives.Draco raised his head and peeked at his brother above the rim of his glasses.“You are early.” He said.Marco nodded, cracking his fingers. “Yes, I wasn't really busy and I was just two hours away.” “Well, that's good. You can find him in the basement.” Marco nodded and turned back to the door. Then, he switched on the light. “You should try to leave the light on sometimes. You not only wo
~ DIMITRI ~“Eliminate him.” Dimitri ordered, his eyes fixed on the picture Draco had sent.His brows were knitted together as he tried to discern who the sketch resembled but he couldn't even get anything.He dropped his phone and his finger traced the outline of the sketch on his tab.“Narrow waist… broad but lean… dark hair…” He whispered before shaking his head. The sketch doesn't look like anyone he knew.He inhaled the minty smell mixed with books of his office and pushed his tablet aside before focusing his attention back on his laptop. But suddenly, his eyes flashed in rememberance and he typed some words on his tablet before hitting send.Then, he called Draco again. “I want all information you can get on the name I sent to you and the orphanage the name was connected to.”Draco hummed before he cut the call and dropped his phone. He took his thin rimmed glasses and placed it back on his nose, his eyes fixed on his computer's screen.His eyes raked the various profiles on hi
Starting this book wasn't part of the plan. That day, my goal was to scroll through P*******t to find a cover for "GOOD SIN" since I wasn't able to afford a designer. But then, I saw a rainbow poem. And it was just... too emotional. I've always been neutral but the idea just came that day. I wasn't a big fan of MM or BL books and I knew it won't hurt to do something new so I started my first draft. The final kick in the ass was Goodnovel's contest. I applied and I wasn't really surprised when it passed the review because I worked for this. I don't really want to say too much. So, I will be using this medium to appreciate all my readers. To you: You are the one who kept me going. You are the that made me not to give up on Dimitri and Vincent. Yes, I almost gave up. I was a lazy writer. But seeing my subscribers grow by twos and threes everyday was like a fuel. Then, Trice Miano came. When I saw you voted for my book, I was really happy. Then, you commented. That day wasn't just no
Maybe the quote was right. What is really meant for you cannot be taken away. After thirty two years, Vincent had finally learnt that a home doesn't necessarily have to be a place. It could be a person. He might be smart, but his body was obviously a dumbass. Even with him openly portraying Dimitri Santini as the devil, he'd willingly let him drag him into darkness. A darkness he never wanted to slip out of. Dimitri eased into his hole one last time before sliding out and landing on his back. Then, he pulled him atop him, their sweats and breaths mingling together just like it was supposed to be. “You have the stamina of a beast.” Vincent scoffed, leaning up to take a look at his face. He smirked as he kissed his nose. “Thank you Signore Mio.” “That wasn't a praise.” “Who said it's not?” He scoffed one last time, knowing well that arguing with him is pointless. He will always win. He placed his head back on his chest and closed his eyes as he listened to the soothing so
The kiss was gentle.And slow. Unhurried. With no tongues. Yet.Dimitri pulled him closer by his neck and deepened the kiss. Then, he sucked on his lips as his thumb played with his pulse.Just how much he'd missed the thrum of his pulse again his finger or the beat of his heart against his chest. Heaven knows how much he'd missed him. And that thought only fueled his determination.He wanted to have him. All over again.He needed him like he needed air and he wanted to engrave himself under his skin just like it was meant to be.Would he let him?Well, it doesn't matter. He is Dimitri Santini. He always gets what he wants and now, he wants him and he would get him. But this time, he'd decided he won't use force. He would make him submit. Willingly.His tongue probed his teeth, silently demanding entry, and he let him. He drove in straight, pulling him more closer until he's sitting on the floor and he's straddling him. He sucked on his tongue, exploring his mouth and tasting the alco
Now, miserability flowed in Vincent's veins instead of blood. The day was not really over but his’ was already ruined.“Thank you guys.” He whispered, his gaze fixed on the ceiling in silence, his mind replaying the scene.He could still feel his lips on him, the way he'd claimed him and almost bruised his lips. Absent-mindedly, his fingers touched his lips and he pressed it before hissing and dropping his hand to his side.Because now, he didn't only hate him, he hated himself too.As soon as Jenna entered and closed the door, Remi turned to her. “Where did you go bitch?” “To get a stuff real quick.” She said with a chuckle as she walked forward before flopping beside Vincent and grabbing his hand.“You are acting suspicious…” Alex whispered and she shot him a glare before diverting her attention back to Vincent.“Emm, Vince. Actually, I don't really know how to pacify someone through words but I can accompany you to the bar and we can drink like a sailor.”“So you could slip off wi
~ VINCENT ~ Silence.Wave after waves of silence.He could hear nothing except the loud beats of his heart and the blood rushing to his ears and his harsh breath due to the anger coursing through his veins.Vincent blinked in shock as his friends suddenly brushed past him. He felt someone push him forward before he heard the door shut behind him. He turned to the door. It was really closed.The fuckers has locked him outside, leaving him with the devil.But he refused to be scared. He'd already dined and dwelled with the devil. He's the devil he knew now right? There's nothing to be scared about now right?He whispered to himself internally, trying to calm his racing heart.It was like they were in a staring contest. Dimitri stared at him, trying to etch his face back into memory. And he glared back, trying to contain the anger and bloodlust he felt. Thank God for Remi forcing him to gym and learn how to box, his confidence had increased by ten folds even though he knew that if he
~ VINCENT ~“Did you know that something similar happened with me and Jake?” Alex said, washing the cabbage in the sink.“Hmm?” Vincent asked absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on the potatoes he was trying to squash with a fork. It was the evening of his graduation and Mother-jenna had placed a ‘no take out’ rule to celebrate the newest graduates. And here they are, in the kitchen after Jenna herself almost burnt down the whole chicken while trying to flip a beef. Ironic.“It was a pool party and I saw a girl kissing him beside the pool. We were in our second year of university. If we hadn't been dating since high school, I wouldn't have believed him.”Vincent glanced at her over his shoulder. “If I could remember clearly, we were not up to four months and the trust was not fully established.”“Wow. And you guys did all those things within four months?”“Hmm.” He nodded.At that moment, Remi trotted into the open kitchen, his wet hair glued to his head.Vincent only spared him a quick
~ VINCENT ~ His eyes were fixed intently on his back in shock and rage until he disappeared into the crowd. But him disappearing into the crowd didn't break the haze in his eyes. However, it broke the one in his friends instead as they cornered him on all sides.“What in the actual hell just happened?” Alex asked, finally breathing after Dimitri was long gone. “That's quite a good looking man.”Jenna didn't beat around any bush as she took slow steps towards Vincent and grabbed his wrist, then she pinched hard until he winced.“What was that for?” He asked, glaring at her from above his nose.“You have a fucking whole lot to explain.” She said slowly.“There's nothing to explain.” He rebutted.“Keep saying that to make yourself happy, Vince.” Remi finally said. “But before that, can we take the picture now? I need to frame it and put it in my room. I almost lost my life including my social life just by chasing this degree and I even want to make a banner from the picture for my perso
~ DIMITRI ~He watched, his face blank as he stepped on the stage in his gown and was handed a diploma tube, a smile on his face as he started shaking hands with a long row of people consisting of men and women.What?Break their hands for daring to shake him? Carve out their eyes with his knife for staring at him, at his smile or sew their lips together for smiling at him? Umm, he could do all. But… he didn't want to scare him.It was a surprise not a mission to add more to the long list of his hatred for him. So, he sat there among the crowd who were cheering for the graduates while he tried to mix in with his eyes watching his every move, the glow in his eyes and the smile on his lips. It's simply addictive. He could watch him all day or no, that's what he'd been doing. He could watch him for eternity.When he reached the last line, he stopped again for the upteenth time and smiled in the direction of the camera, waiting for the famiiar flashlight.But that was when his eyes met h
A YEAR LATER~ VINCENT ~There was as much risk in taking leaps as there was in not leaping at all. Which was why Vincent had sourced for closure. Time heals everything will continue to be the biggest lie of all times to him. Because time didn't heal anything. He just learnt to live with a part of his heart gone and he's fine with it.Tonight's closure will cover up for the damages.It was his graduation tomorrow. The four friends had decided to have a pre graduation ceremony for Remi who'd repeated the same year more than two times and Vincent courtesy of Jenna.The incident at the bar the previous year didn't really deter them from going to bars and it didn't deter them this time either. Y.O.L.O!That's Jenna's mantra to get them to agree with her and it never fails. Afterall, they only live once and what's the worst that can happen. The living room was filled with different smells of cologne as they got dressed, music blasting in the speakers attached to the apartment's ceiling